Remembering 9/11 and Putting My Depression in Perspective
It occurred to me upon awakening that today is September 11th. I don’t think anyone will ever forget this date even after so much time has passed. Quite frankly I am amazed that so much time has passed as it was nine years ago now. Hard to believe. I wanted to write something in memory of this day as it had such a profound effect on not only us who live in the U.S. but across the globe. It was a day of world-wide grief and mourning. In my lifetime I had never witnessed something so horrific. The human consciousness simply did not want to believe that something like this could ever happen.
But it did.
I am sure everyone has a story of where they were on that day and how they heard about it. I was home and watching the news. I saw the fires and my mind could not comprehend what I was seeing. Then you turn to each news station and there was the same horrifying image to validate your senses. The first thing I am sure so many people thought was, “Do I have a loved one there?” Frantic calls were being placed around the world checking on friends and family. For some there was joyful affirmation that their loved one was okay. For others, it became a heart wrenching wait to know that someone they love might not be coming back.
That day I met my son at his school bus stop along with all the other moms and dads. As our children exited the bus there was a flurry of hugs and kisses and a general appreciation that we were able to be there for our kids. Some parents would not be as fortunate.
The different stages of grief over this tragedy were shared on a scale and magnitude which I had never witnessed before. Shock was soon replaced by this terrible hurt and despair. This feeling began at one’s core and radiated out for everyone to see. You would walk down the street and catch all these mirror images of what you were feeling. Sad and solemn faces were everywhere. Yet arising from this collective grief was also a sense of unity with your fellow neighbor. I remember going out on my porch stoop and seeing the endless row of flags and for the first time the icon meant something to me. The symmetry and beauty of that moment was somehow painful and comforting at the same time.
There were other moments I will not forget from that time. Like the time we were in Sears buying our kids school clothes when the song God Bless America poured out of their sound system. Everyone stopped at that moment. We put down our shopping bag. The clerk paused at the cash register. In that stillness was a quiet reverence. That song, which I have heard a billion times before and ignored, struck such a deep emotional chord that I found myself unable to hold back tears. I was not the only one.
Nine years ago the unimaginable happened. What have we learned? How do we continue to heal as individuals and as a nation?
What helps me to cope is to write.
After 9-11 there were so many newspaper headlines. Each one was more terrifying than the last. I thought that in all of this what can survive? And I knew that love would always transcend any horror man can generate and inflict upon the world. So this gave me the idea to pair up the headlines with the quintessential love song, “As Time Goes By.”
You must remember this....
SECURITY IS SHATTERED
a kiss is still a kiss
TERROR COMES HOME
A sigh is just a sigh,
DEATH TOLL RISES
The fundamental things apply
FIREFIGHTERS AND OFFICERS STILL MISSING
as time goes by.
NATION SEEKS HOPE, JUSTICE AFTER ATTACK
And when two lovers woo,
NEW YORK'S MAYOR ORDERS 6,000 BODY BAGS
they still say "I love you",
AUTHORITIES ON TRAIL OF TERRORISTS DEADLY PLOT
on that you can rely;
THE SEARCH FOR ANSWERS
No matter what the future brings,
SAME OLD SUN COMES UP IN A VERY DIFFERENT CITY
as time goes by
PEOPLE LOOK TO CLERGY FOR ANSWERS
Moonlight and love - songs
NEW YORK DISASTER COULD BECOME LARGEST LOSS IN 50 YEARS
never out of date.
LIFE AND DEATH DECISIONS IN TOWER
Hearts full of passion,
BIN LADEN'S CHARISMA AND VIOLENT HATRED FOR AMERICA ATTRACT FUNDMENTALISTS FROM ALL ACROSS THE MIDDLE EAST
jealousy and hate:
Woman needs man-and man must have his mate,
WILL WE EVER BE SAFE AGAIN?
that no one can deny.
ARAB AMERICANS WORRY ABOUT A WORLD OF HATE
It's still the same old story
A FIREMAN BREAKS DOWN MOMENTS AFTER THE WORLD TRADE CENTER COLLAPSED, KILLING HUNDREDS OF HIS COLLEAGUES
a fight for love and glory
U.S. BRACES FOR WAR a case of do or die!
"GET READY" BUSH TELLS ARMED FORCES
The world will always welcome lovers,
"PLEASE BE HAPPY. PLEASE LIVE YOUR LIFE. THAT'S AN ORDER." -BRIAN SWEENEY, 38, A UNITED AIRLINES PASSENGER, LEAVING A PHONE MESSAGE FOR HIS WIFE, JULIA
as time goes by........