.The quiet of nearly one in the morning feels early still tonight. When I fall asleep at some point and awaken it will be a day where all of the people in NYC and around the entire United States awaken and will take a moment to think about what they were doing on nine eleven ten years ago. I was on a bus going to work listening to a recording that a dear friend had sung for me in a NYC cabaret bar the few days before as a birthday gift. The batteries were fading on my walkman so I switched to radio and remember hearing one of the twin towers had been hit by a plane. I remember thinking that it was a horrible way for a morning show to do some stupid radio stunt. As the bus rounded the corner to my job I saw kids outside by the dozens which is uncommon since normally the grounds are kept clear of the students to either enter the building or exit the area for the day and get them safety on the buses headed home. The students saw me and told me the second of the towers were hit by another plane and then respectively fell as time seemed to move at a surreal pace. Parents came to pick up children at a frantic pace after that to be sure that their children were safe. The day was spent connecting children to parents and easing students minds. I got home to get all of the details on TV and sat in horror glued to my television unable to look away until I felt numb from it all. In the days that followed planes were silenced over the skies and it felt like the world had stopped and become one collective part of this act of terror. I came to find out afterwards that the boy that lived around the corner from me who was at that time a grown man, father and husband was one of those who perished on that day. We played as children on carefree childhood days with him rolling on the grass of summer, snowball fights in winter and now he was silenced leaving a family behind forever. Everyone has a story of that day be it where you were at the time or the loss of someone. In honor of all those who died I say a prayer for those lost and all of us left behind to try to understand or at least feel some peace if one can from this senseless act of violence. To those who are gone rest in peace and for those of us who remember celebrate life where others can no longer do so. Love in the end for me is what I pray for and for the angels that reside in heaven now that watch over those they had to part from on nine eleven.
(For Edward Disimone III and every soul lost on 9-11)
Where angels watch over us
From a place of peace and love
Although tragedy fell down
Lives lost, memories forged
Live each breath for love taken
For those who watch over us
Each soul remembered today
We go on for all those lost
Cherishing life and memories
Forever heart prints in heaven
Rest in peace the souls of 9 11
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