I always feel inadequate on this day. There are pundits and bloggers all over the world waxing eloquent... me, I just feel numb. Every year. My body goes into that disbelieving mode and once again I am standing, watching the television in horror as the planes hit the towers, explode, and smoke begins to roil. Only snippets of the words of the commentators come back ... I can hear in my mind the exhortations to remain calm and the reassurances that Islam and Christianity are basically the same... My world changed that day. 180 degrees. My heart bled for the people in the towers, the families of those people and the people of New York. Also for myself and my family. Never again can it be said that America has never been attacked on their own ground. Our innocence..that basic sense of security.. is gone.
If my feelings continue to be this strong on this day... how must it be for the family member of ones who lost their lives on this day. My heart goes out to them... Perhaps someday there will be peace in our hearts once again.