Sunday, September 11, 2011

Ten Years Later

Today marks the tenth anniversary of 9/11. The phrase has no need of explanation, just as the horrific images of that day have been forever etched into our collective consciousness.

Words feel totally inadequate to express the emotions engendered by this day. Others have written and spoken much more eloquently on the subject than I could ever hope to. All I can say is, I will never forget. Neither will millions of others.

Please take a moment with me to remember those who lost their lives, those who lost family and loved ones, and the first responders and volunteers who even now are dealing with the after-effects of that dreadful day.

Thanks for dropping by. If anyone has any comments or remembrances about that day ten years ago, I’d love to hear them.

I’ll be back next week for Six Sentence Sunday. See you then,

1 comment:

  1. You're a writer? Cool shoes. Me, too (kinda, sorta). I know for a fact, however, you gotta whole lotta intelligence behind those two ears, girl; thus, I wanna give you my finite existence: to intrinsically value the Great Beyond which I’ve learned to appreciate, to visualize the fundamental reality of infinity is why I‘m here for a teeny-weeny amount of time. Looky here...

    Precisely why I had our ‘philanthropic + epiphany’ (=so much to give + vision): wanna see a perfectly cognizant, fully-spectacular, Son-ripened-Heaven?? … yet, I’m not sure if we're on the same page if you saw what I saw. Greetings, earthling. Because I was an actual NDE on the outskirts of the Great Beyond at 15 yet wasn’t allowed in, lemme share with you what I actually know Seventh-Heaven’s Big-Bang’s gonna be like: meet this advanced, bombastic, ex-mortal Upstairs for the most extra-groovy-paradox, pleasure-beyond-measure, Ultra-Yummy-Reality-Addiction in the Great Beyond for a BIG-ol, kick-ass, party-hardy, robust-N-risqué-passion you DO NOT wanna miss the sink-your-teeth-in-the-smmmokin’-hot-deal enveloping, engulfing us. Cya soon, girl…