Two years ago today, a close friend called me and told me to turn on the television. I was horrified by what I saw- I remember going numb, and I immediately called a very special friend in Brooklyn and told her to turn on the tv and to stay home. The day went downhill from there. I know this is a political season, but I simply do not care- there will be time for politics tomorrow. Today, I am going to think about all the mothers, fathers, husbands, wives, aunts, uncles, brothers, sisters, and children who lost people they love. We will never see those we lost again, we will never know what they may have done with their lives, and my world and your world will never be the same again. That is worth some reflection and remembrance, and I don’t care to talk about anything else. I just hope that those we lost are in a better place.
With that in mind, Andrew has some words that we should take to heart:
On this anniversary, the tritest thing to feel is mere grief. Not that grief isn’t justified. But grief is a natural response to unforeseen tragedy, to random events, to things beyond human control. And what happened two years ago today wasn’t merely tragedy. It was a conscious atrocity, an act of war. The free West was attacked by a pathological ideology that still holds a whole region of the world in its grip. And the very forces that tried to destroy us then are still trying to destroy us – as that grotesque videotape yesterday only underlined. Any attempt to hide that fact, minimize it, gloss over it, or complicate it into vagueness is an insult to memory.
For me the rage is still there- not an unjustified, lashing out at anything rage, but a well placed, purposeful, deserved, rage. Trite as it may be, I still feel a profound loss, a heavy sense of grief.