Remembering the Survivors
Today was a difficult day for most Americans as we remember the horrific events of 9-11. If you are anything like me, you have watched every Facebook video, read every Twitter comment and cried at the haunting pictures from Ground Zero. Our country lost much that day. We lost men, women, children… first responders, firefighters and police officers. Some lost fathers, mothers, aunts, uncles, siblings and children. They were all heroes.
Today, I thought quite a bit about those unsung heroes that were left behind to grieve that day. Those who, for the last fifteen years, have had the courage to go on… the tenacity to get up, get dressed and get to where they needed to be. These are the heroes I grieved for today. For the children who will grow up without a father or a mother. For the parents who lost their children and think about how it wasn’t supposed to happen this way. For those who lost spouses and are trying to just survive in ways they never expected. The ones that live day to day, wondering how this could have happened. The ones that live through the night terrors, the events of that day playing in their heads over and over again. The ones who are battling cancer and other diseases contracted that very day in the midst of the crumbling towers. The ones who suffer daily bouts of survivor’s guilt, wondering how they got out, but their co-worker did not.
I am not a political person, but I do know this…… we are all humans… before we are Americans, before we are Democrats or Republicans… before we are conservatives or liberals… before we are white or black…. we are all part of something bigger than ourselves…. the human race. On that day, we were all humans. Let’s never forget and always remember….