September 11th

I can't quite understand it but I woke up today with such a heavy heart. Throughout the day everytime I felt that my spirits were up, my mind would quickly retreat and once again a sinking sensation hit me. I have not felt this way since 2001 and even then a sense of confusion overwhelmed the horror. So today, some six years later I feel the real loss of the day. 2,807 men, women and children died that day. And after the endless stories of heroes, of firefighters and policemen, of common people doing the extraordinary, I think of the ones that didn't make it. The pure undeserved terror. I think of the consequences, the reasons why we still aren't so together like we were the days and weeks after the attacks. We had a chance to become a country that was united as one and we blew it. I think of all the losses, of both life and liberty that day. And you know, a part of me died that day too.