This morning while watching the news I saw a clip on the 13 anniversary 9/11 ceremonies out of New York. I thought it was somehow sad that after 13 years the news coverage lasted barely a minute and no longer was even the opening story. The horror we experienced on that day is etched deep in many of us who watched in disbelief the events of September 11 2001.
Not a year goes by, that as September looms, I remember the sickening feeling that pitted my stomach as I watched this horrific event unfold in the glow on my television set.
There is so much to be said and so little, all at the same time. The incredible images and the aftermath of this event struck the collective humanity of hundreds of millions of people around the world.
I recall the opening words to Alan Jackson’s song Where Were You which he penned, as he tried to express his emotions of that fateful day.
Where were you when the world stopped turning on that September day?
Were you in the yard with your wife and children
Or working on some stage in L.A.?
Did you stand there in shock at the sight of that black smoke
Risin’ against that blue sky?
Did you shout out in anger, in fear for your neighbor
Or did you just sit down and cry?
It is on days like today when I rise in the morning and reflect on the pictures of my children, of my loved ones and of my dear friends hanging on my walls, that I cannot imagine the emptiness left to those who lost their loved ones on this day 13 years ago and those with emotional and physical scars that will never truly heal.
May God bless them all.