My heart still bleeds...my eyes still cry

Every year this day fractures me. I am both here and reliving the moments when my known world changed. New York is my heart. My home, my every memory of life as it began for me and nothing, I thought, would ever change that thriving, architecturally vivid city in my mind…but I was wrong.

Every year since, I have avoided watching the documentaries that would air all week up to that date but this year, for what ever reason, I sat and watched…and the sorrow has not yet left me three days after.

There are moments in history that have changed the path of things and that date definitely did and it changed them profoundly. There is no way to disconnect from those changes; they are etched in memory with harshly lit backgrounds.

Next year, I tell myself I will not watch those painful recounts but as in every year since, I will still remember and silently wish for healing for all touched by that senseless loss of life.

Time and distance will disconnect the impact for those newly born to this century but for all who survived that day, it will remain as vivid as yesterday… no matter the passing years.