I can’t say anything better than this. This is so poignant.
I won’t forget that day. The day that means a backpack is no longer a backpack but a suspect package and that luggage can quickly become a threat when left alone for a split second. A day that made us question our humanity and accuse innocent others of being inhumane. Just an horrific day.
I was supposed to go to the doctors this morning and I forgot, possibly because on 9/11 I was in the doctor’s waiting room and remembered forgetting why I was in pain and forgetting I needed to be treated because the sight of aeroplanes crashing into buildings on the waiting room television; because of the sight of people jumping to escape the fire and flames with the hope they might make it safely to the ground thousands of feet below or at least be caught by the merciful arms of some god or saviour many of them may never have believed in until those final moments; because the muted anguish of people calling for help … anaesthetised my suffering.
I hope those people found the safety and peace they deserve that continue to evade us. I hope their families and loved ones have started loving them more than they miss them. I hope and yet, like everyone else, I watched hope take a double hit on Tuesday September 11th 2001 first at 8.46am and then at 9.03am and then I watched hope come crashing down, first at 9.59am and then at 10.28am and yet I sit here longing for the day when hope is truly rebuilt because no matter what atrocities are inflicted on us; who or what is severed from us, we all deserve to hope and be hopeful.
He heard my cry
And pitied every groan.
Long as I live
And troubles rise.
I’ll hasten to his throne.
I can just hear the singing searing through the flames as outside humans came tumbling down to their deaths.
Always Remember. Never Forget.