9/11

I wasn't going to go there again. I wasn't going to ignore what happened, but I also intended to not entertain the media's re-visiting the whole event. I was torn between wanting to memorialize 9/11, and not wanting to engage in this fake glamourization of the event, yanno?

and then I heard another story...
a heart wrenching story, of survival, and of those that died.
and it reminded me that...

There are thousands of stories...2,843 stories to be somewhat exact. There are tens, hundreds of thousands of people directly affected...families of the survivors, of the deceased, volunteers, co-workers....

I don't know if this blog will make much sense, but I have to get this off my chest.

Life is precious, and fragile...and too short for drama, and hatred, and negativity. We should love & cherish each other whenever we have a chance, because those chances are few & far between, and when they're gone we can never get them back.

I can't stop crying now, so I'll stop typing.