Saturday, September 11, 2010

9/11 , Never Forgotten

My son was home sick and I was still at home on Sept. 11, 2001 when I heard a radio report of the first plane crash. We turned on the television and watched in horror as the second plane struck and the buildings collapsed. The turmoil and loss of life were hardly comprehensible.

In ensuing days, flags flew everywhere, especially from car windows, as citizens struggled to understand and react to the unprecedented attack. Soon the individual stories of victims were recounted and their lives memorialized for the first of many times. Survivors suffered guilt, for after all, the victims had only gone to work as usual. Why did so many die while fate permitted some to live?

The wholesale destruction of workers and workplaces - some perhaps simply vaporised as were their computers, files, phones, desks, photos of loved ones and personal possessions - left me personally unable to listen to the subsequent news reports. It was, and is, too terrible to bear. Our hearts broke over and over in sympathy with families of the victims.

Naming their names in tribute and remembrance must always continue, even as generations are born who did not witness the events of that day. We must never forget.

--Bernice

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