Saturday, September 11, 2010
In Memory Of
As long as I live, I will never forget everything that happened to me on September 11th, 2001. New York City is like a second home to me. My parents both grew up there and most of my extended family is there. Even to this day, nine years after the fact, the landscape and memories of it's people are still scarred. I'm not going to make a political rant about the prior administration's actions because that's not what today should be for. It should be for remembering, and mourning, and it should be for those who survived and those who did not. It should be for the family members left behind and the children who won't know their parents. It should be for the parents who had to bury their children, either in whole, part, or in empty coffins. It should be sacred. And I will leave it as such.