Remembering 9/11
Just as my generation remembers where they were on November 22, 1963 the day John F. Kennedy was shot, our children’s generation will remember where they were on September 11th. when their innocence was lost along with the lives of over 3,000 people.
The violence escalates from tragedy to tragedy. We witness death on Social Media in real time allowing each traumatic occurrence stored in our memories to be replayed and relived over and over again with the click of a button.
On September 11 , 2001, Terrorists left two holes in the Towers, a hole in the ground in Shanksville PA and a hole in the side of the Pentagon in Washington DC. The holes left behind after that attack were small in comparison to the gaping holes left in the hearts of the American people.
Friends and family of those who died struggle everyday to move ahead with their lives; but once a year on that fateful day we pull off the dressing and pick at the scab so that it can bleed again in memory of those we lost and all those we continue to lose both home and abroad.
It is improbable, if not impossible to ever forget what happened twelve years ago today. Although the memories of watching JFK’s brains being blown out on national television happened in black and white, the images were just as vivid as those emblazoned in my minds eye of the full color demise of thousands of people on that beautiful crisp fall day in September.
I morn the loss of life and the loss of childhood innocence every time I see it replayed on television, and I go back to November of ’63 when my innocence was shattered by witnessing death on a little black and white screen.
9/11 happened in color on a large screen like a Sam Peckinpah film. Full color death and graphic display of people jumping to their deaths from the burning towers.
For the people killed on 9/11, their journey is over and they are at peace. We are left behind to wait and wonder what horrific scheme concocted by man will befall humanity next.
If prayer changes the course of Universal Consciousness I suggest we all do so, not in whispers, but in one loud scream… We’re going to need it…