On days like this, I really don’t know what to say. Sept. 10 & 11 both hold sad memories for me, and I mostly prefer not to relive them. Yet I feel like I should say something today.
I still remember 2001. I can still feel my disbelief and shock. I still feel nauseous when I think about the people jumping out of the towers. There was a slideshow—I don’t know if it’s still around—that showed picture after picture of those poor souls, desperate to escape. I watched it more than once, crying the entire time. I still can’t listen to Enya’s Only Time without a feeling of sadness washing over me.
I still remember. And I wonder how we went from wanting revenge on those who did this to us, to chasing WMDs in Iraq. How did we get here? And why are we here? And where will we go from here? My heart still aches for those who lost family in New York, D.C., and Pennsylvania. I still remember, even if I wasn’t near any of those places. I hope you remember, too.
