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I think everyone will always remember what they were doing that day…
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I know I do. It’s etched into my memory forever, with images I only wish I could un-see. A sad and horrifying day, Sharon.
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I could never forget – the horrific images will stay with me forever. 😦
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I know exactly what you mean. Those images were burned into my brain, and I remember that even as my mind rejected what I was seeing, I could not look away.
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Like Pearl Harbor, it’s a day that will live in infamy
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Indeed, Jeanne. Only worse in that every detail played out right in front of our horrified eyes .Something this truly evil makes it difficult to focus on the good things humanity is capable of, though most days, I try to do that. Today is not one of those days.
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I remember the moment — as well, the hours and days and months and years afterward. With adult children in NYC, 9/11 has special meaning to me. Thank you, Marcia, for this post. 💗
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Oh, Gwen! That must have made it all so much more terrifying. Thank God there are truly good people in this world, though on this date, all I can think of is how staggeringly evil some can be. And that’s been on my mind a lot lately, I’m afraid. Praying we are able to remember and mourn in peace today. ❤
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It’s a day that will forever live in my mind, Marcia. Thanks for the tribute.
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I know how much this date means to you, Joan, and I greatly appreciated your own blog post and thoughts about it all, too. One of these days, I’d like to visit the memorials, emotional and painful though it might be. I want to be able to pay my respects, as you were able to do. Thanks for stopping by today. ❤
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Wonderful Post, Marcia.
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Thank you, John. It’s been a solemn day around here, remembering.
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Yup. Here too.
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A tough day, Marcia. Hard to believe its been twenty years. A beautiful image honoring those lost and in mourning.
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It really was a tough day, Diana. I found myself weepy all day long. I’m glad you liked this image, too. I have a folder full, and it was hard to pick one. Thanks so much for stopping by and letting me know. 😀 ❤
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On 9/11, I was a few days into stress leave. Sitting on my couch in the morning, west coast time, drinking coffee, wrapped up in my own issues. Of courses those images, even watching safely thousands of miles away, never go away. Last night, MSNBC did a documentary: fascinating, where a host of folks in New York and Washington over the next year or two, sat in a small space and recorded their stories of 9/11, how they were affected. At the end, in 2021, many of them reflected on that earlier time. Anyways, for Ronovan and his Monday haiku, I wrote this Shi Rensa just now. 9/11-Then and Now: The Shi Rensa
A series of flights,
trips home, captured in the sky,
and then, out of time.
And then, out of time,
and as for me, couched at home,
witness from afar.
Witness from afar,
the dust and rubble linger
In the sad mind’s eye.
In the sad mind’s eye,
sharing as best can be done,
grief that still cascades.
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Beautiful, Bill. Almost makes me sorry I closed comments on this year’s post, but I knew I wouldn’t be able to respond today, so I’m glad you found this one. I especially like the phrase “grief that still cascades.” Nicely done!
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