Can you believe that is has been ten years already?
So much has happened in that time, and yet it still seems like it was not that long ago. Children have been born or become adults, growing up with a hole in their lives where a parent used to be. Husbands and Wives moved on with their lives, yet never stopped thinking about the one that they lost in one of the airplanes or buildings.
So many people that might have gone on to greatness, been the next Nobel Laureate, the next great doctor or mathematician. Souls that might have gone on to create the next great idea, invent the next medicine that would have saved millions, wrote the next great book, been a great father or mother, grandfather or grandmother… lost.
Hands that will never hold a child, a lover, a sister, brother or other family member again. voices that we will never hear speak our names or be there to listen to others speak theirs. Lost chances of friendships, apologies, loves and dreams come true. Promises made that will never be fulfilled, someone making a trip to propose to someone they love… gone.
Then there is the hate that this has caused. Like the world needed one more thing to divide it’s people from one another, this has opened yet another rift. Not only creating a paranoia of anyone that looks like they might be middle-eastern, but also a hatred for anyone that is openly Muslim. I have lost track of how many times I have heard comments like, “Any Muslim is a terrorist.”, or various versions of the same. I have no delusions that it was Islamic Extremists that caused this, but I also do not believe that every person that practices Islam is an extremist or a terrorist.
My heart goes out to all those innocent lives that were lost on 11 September 2001. Further, my heart and best wishes go out to all those that survived or were survived by on that unfortunate day. The only thing that we can truly understand is that life will go on, the pain will lessen with time, but the scars and loss will remain. We cannot bring back those that were lost, but we can honor their memories by being better people in their honor.
For my September 11th, I am not going to mourn those lost, but celebrate life in the memory of those lost. I think that they would appreciate that more than feeling sorrow of their loss.
I am not turning this into a political debate… If anyone posts anything turning this into one, I will delete that post. I do not do that often… so take heed.