Comments: Eight

.... amen......

Posted by Eric at September 11, 2009 09:23 PM

I don't know why, but I've been experiencing more emotion over the memories this year than most years. I guess it just kind of evolves and sinks in in different ways as time goes by.

Pepperdine University does an amazing memorial once a year: a full size flag for everyone who died on that day is installed on their massive entry lawn. (I'll try and post a picture of two over the next few days.) Even though I saw it last year, and saw them preparing it again this year, I wasn't prepared for the pure emotion of seeing it in full force today. When you see the endless lines of flags, acres of flags, it really hits you. Each one of those represents a person gone, and a family robbed of their loved one.

It's just really so sad. As much hate as we have for the perpetrators, it just makes me sad. It was hate that caused this. I hate hate. Tired of hate.

I'm not sure what the point is to my comment, but thanks for letting me ramble there for a bit.

Posted by DogsDontPurr at September 11, 2009 09:57 PM

DDP- I get it. I'm kind of ready to unplug. The hate is everywhere. Towards our fellow Americans. Boorish behaviour has become acceptable and there is a this sense of entitlement. I'm tired of it. All of it. It wears me down.

Posted by Bou at September 11, 2009 10:04 PM

I understand about being ready to unplug. The fighting is so tiring- especially when it gets nowhere. Elephants? Donkeys? What happened to Americans. Not "something-American" but Americans, period. I miss that...

Posted by Jody at September 11, 2009 10:17 PM

Jody- I don't get it. How could we have pulled together so tightly and be where we are now? And each group will blame the other. There is no personal responsibility. Everyone is a saint, pointing fingers at the sinners. I don't allow my children to act as poorly as I've been watching the adults.

Posted by Bou at September 11, 2009 10:25 PM

She was on Flight 11. By the time your friend evac'd, she was gone.

Heather Lee Smith was the daughter of old friends. 8 - the number of years the victims haven't been with their families. 2,920 days that they have been grieving. 70,080 hours without their loved one by their side. (I wrote a tribute to her on my blog but for some reason mu.nu doesn't like my provider's name - it's www.reflectionsbykris.square-space.com (where square-space is all one word)

It's not about politics. The dead are still dead. The injured will live with their injuries - seen and unseen - for the rest of their lives.

Politics does not belong in this. Unity does.

Posted by Kris, in New England at September 12, 2009 10:52 AM

No we have not learned... Damn it all. And I fear the repercussions of that. Excellent post, Bou. Thx.

Posted by Richmond at September 12, 2009 05:15 PM

I don't think it's gotten better with the passage of years. Especially when the day itself is clear and calm, like it was on the day it happened. I can't watch the videos without tearing up.

Posted by PeggyU at September 16, 2009 11:32 AM