As you know we visited Ground Zero when we went to New York City. It was an overwhelmng place filled with mixed emotions, foreboding and dread, was the obvious emotion as you stood in line not knowing what to expect. But then the vendors made a cheap attempt to turn this time of reflection into a time of prosperity for themselves. It was really sickening. It was a time for retrospection and a time for sending up prayers. A time to consider the widows, orphans, mothers, fathers, sisters and brothers all left behind. Yet you would be jolted out of silent prayer to be herded up down the sidewalk.
Love was lost, someoone's parent will never give them another good night hug. Some would never look into their mothers eyes, their brothers' eyes, their lovers eyes. Lonliness and desolation swept across a nation.
Where were you when it happened? I remember that I was a sleep in my bed after working a midnight shift. My middle son Bart shook me out of my sleep, "Mom a plane w just went truough the World Trade Center.
I was shocked and I awoke just in time to turn around and see the the second plane burst through the second World Trade Center. My heart sunk in my chest and I realized that we war! We watched and we had difficulty processing what we were seeing, we watched we prayed as we saw the buildings disintegrate to dust. How could this be?
The next few days were an eerie silence as planes sat still in the runways and tears fell around the world. Now, 11 years later we sit silent and listen as the names are read yet again and the tears continue to stream down our cheeks.
We cry for America, we cry for our peace, we cry for our service men and women in Iraq and Afghanistan, we cry for the vanishing pools that stood where towers soared, we still weep and we still pray.