Life goes on, and remembering tragic experiences such as 911 seem to feel less and less emotional as we all get on with our life in the best way we can. It is a necessary thing to do, and time eases much of the pain these sorts of things cause us.
We don't discuss the day as often as we did, but we do remember. As I sat to write this blog posting, I put my thoughts into a poem. It expresses much of what I felt then and still feel now.
Many things have been said over the last 11 years but these words still seem to say what I feel best.
"If we learn nothing else fro this tragedy, we learn that life is short and there is no tie for hate." said Sandy Dahl, the wife of Flight 93 pilot Jason Dahl.
Photo credit My Voice on the Wings of Change
11 years ago, my day seemed oddly to stand still.
A vision haunts me now, and surely always will.
I woke to find that Towers which had stretched into the sky
were falling to the ground, and not a person knew just why.
Much time has passed since then, and life has moved ahead.
The routine part of life takes precedence over those dead.
But, once a year, the country joins to ponder on that day,
and those, once joined in unity, again think in dismay:
How could this thing have happened? What brought this as our fate?
Why does another person become filled with intense hate?
The answers to these questions see illusive to us all.
We still keep on inquiring why those towers took that fall.
We'll never know the answers. We will always wonder why.
And we'll always have reactions as we gaze into the sky.
But we can make a promise, one we never will regret -
to make it be a certainty that we do not forget.
Poem © Carol Speake 2012