We lost my husband's brother in the World Trade Center attack. He worked on the 97th floor of the north tower. He saw to it that his employees made it out safely, and then went back up to the office to make sure there was no one left behind. He didn't make it back down.
This day will never be just another day. I will not turn on the TV today, because I can't bear to see those images again. Yes, I am glad that the media reminds us what happened on this day. I'm glad the events of 9/11 haven't been forgotten. I just can't watch. The mere mention of the date makes me cringe. The images of the crumbling towers rip my heart out.
I hate today.
I understand that life must go on. I get it that if we all stop our lives on this day, in a way the terrorists win. But it also really bugs me when "normalcy" happens on this date. It's not a day for business meetings and movie premiers and sporting events. It's a day of anguish and despair. It is a day for family, patriotism, and prayer. It is a day to remember, and to forget.
I wish we could skip this date. You know, like hotels will not have a 13th floor because of superstition--they have a 12th and a 14th, but no 13th. We could do that with the calendar. September could go strait from the 10th to the 12th with nothing in between. Then we'll just add an extra day at the end so we don't throw off the entire universe. I wish we could do that.
And the term "Ground Zero" needs to be retired. Like the number of a great ball player. So nothing else can ever be referred to as "ground zero". Hearing that term rips my heart out, too. There is only one Ground Zero, and it is in Manhattan.
I hate today.
I would be unstoppable...
if I could just get started.