Posted by SLS on September 13, 2011, at 12:37:44
In reply to Remembering, posted by sleepygirl2 on September 13, 2011, at 12:11:19
> I remember the panicked faces of people that day who couldn't reach their loved ones. Where were they? Where were they supposed to be at that moment? Such helplessness and horror. Just not knowing.
> I remember the eery mood of silently, slowly moving lines of traffic, trying to get wherever without the use of parkways that had been closed except for emergency access. I remember how my landlady had walked toward home that day, across the bridge, with lots of other people on foot.
> I remember the smell, burning and smokey that lingered. I remember a friend who went to help in the aftermath.
> I remember hearing the stories about this person and that person, those who were lost and those that were "lucky".
> I remember meeting children of firefighters months after. Their dads were gone, just gone. And it was just wrong.
> And I remember the pictures.
> Again, it's not my tragedy, I didn't lose anyone. But I feel like I'll never forget it. And every face I see in the paper and tv is a person gone too soon, with family and friends that have had to "cope" with the loss.
> I see the memorials, I see every name, the metal pieces salvaged from the site. I don't know what part of it I want to hold onto.Thank you for capturing and sharing so much of that day.
I don't want to lose any part of that day nor those that followed. I don't want to lose any part of me that remains human. I don't know how I could possibly decide what to hold on to. It holds on to me.
Have you ever listened to "The Rising" by Bruce Springsteen? After a long absence from my CD player, I took it out and played it on Sunday. It made me feel warm and cold, near and distant, sad and joyous, defeated and inconquerable. I want never to forget.
- ScottSome see things as they are and ask why.
I dream of things that never were and ask why not.
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