The loss of my mother, although hurts like hell (as the whole emotional tsunami crashed in on me yesterday), doesn’t hold a candle up to the 9-11 and post-9-11 loss.
So, one day of break from my emo phase to remember lives lost on this tragic day. And many more lives lost as the aftermath of that.
yeah…. I’m having some trouble wrapping my head around the fact that six years ago two buildings collapsed and so many people died, and then a war started that has little or nothing to do with that event and has no true end in sight. All of our lives have changed so much since then in so many ways. But I don’t think I’ll ever forget the feelings or the experience I had on September 11, 2001. I just had not idea in 2001 that six years later my sentiments would be so despairing of the American government. Perhaps I should say, “so much more” despairing of American government and the parts of American culture that allow blind hatred and violence to perpetuate death and suffering regardless of what we could learn from history or even the present.
I feel a blog entry coming on, so perhaps I’ll take the rest of this comment there….