“Words like violence break the silence; come crashing in… into my little world.”
Each year on the days leading up to 9/11, I find myself getting frustrated at cable news and what I call “9/11 porn.” But then I wake up on September 11, ___ and I feel differently. Yes, I’m frustrated by the 9/11 porn, but it doesn’t matter. Today isn’t about that — it’s about something greater.
It’s not that I forget what happened that day, it’s just that I forget what happened that day. I can’t explain it any better than that.
So, as I sit here, tears streaming down my face, my thoughts go out to all who lost friends and family on September 11, 2001.
Be kind to one another.
[cross-posted at ABLC]