Bon Jovi’s got a song with this very title. If you’re not familiar with it and you wish for some kind of expression on trying to clear your mind from pain, I’d recommend it. It’s a good song regardless. But that’s the time the lyrics really jump out at me. It’s been 16 years since the deadliest attack on American soil. 16. It still amazes me. The memory sits in my mind as if it were mere hours ago. They say time heals all wounds. Maybe they’re right. The pain and sadness and fear I felt sixteen years ago has definitely faded some. But in other aspects, it’s almost as if it’s gained momentum. There’s still sadness. A different type I think, but undeniably heartwrenching nonetheless. There’s still fear. Again. It’s different. What we lost and had to lose then is very different from now. And anger. As anger that makes your blood boil and veins pop.
Words don’t give emotions justice. Or maybe I’m not as good a writer – there’s moments I become so consumed with getting everything on the page that it may not make sense. I can’t convey everything I want and feel from when my brain thinks it to the time it takes to type. Anyway. Today’s a difficult day for me. For a lot of people. I’m fairly certain I’ve shared some of my story about this day in the past. We all have one. One of the most remarkable things to me about September 11th, 2001 was hearing my cousin, who is a police officer, talk about when he arrived at what was soon to be known as Ground Zero that morning. Amidst the rubble and devastation, he saw a butterfly. In that moment, he described how he knew his brother, a firefighter, had given the ultimate sacrifice. Every year since, I have seen a butterfly on this day. Today being no exception. It amazes me. I had to double check with a co-worker that we’ve never seen butterflies where we work before. Sans the one that nearly just flew into me right before I asked.
Today’s a short post. I just needed to share that. I’ll leave the further interpretations up to you. United We Stand.