Tuesday, September 10, 2019

It Doesn't Matter.

NYC, New York, World Trade Center, 9-11, memories, moments, community, loss, grief


It doesn't matter how many years have gone by.

It doesn't matter how some memories have faded.

For those of us who have walked that walk.

For those of us who have seen those skies.

We remember. 

We never forget. 

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It doesn't matter.

It doesn't matter how many people share their "where were you on -?" posts.

It doesn't matter how many moments of silence we take.

For those of us who felt the earth shift that day.

For those of us who wondered how we'd make it home.

We remember. 

We never forget. 

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It doesn't matter.

It doesn't matter how many messages we send.

It doesn't matter how many hugs and hearts and I see you-s we receive.

For those of us who looked up at the sky.

For those of us who listened for the silence.

We remember. 

We never forget. 

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Each year I write something a little bit different.

Each year I ask those of you who consider sharing memories to avoid sharing those horrible photographs. The videos. The clips. Images. With sound. Without.

The flames. The soot. The ash.

No. Please. Don't. Thank you.

Because.

For those of us who smelled the air.

For those of us who saw them fall.

We remember. 

We never forget. 

And we never will.

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2017: Today I Remember.

2015: My New York.

2014: New York Will Always Be Home.

2013: Where I'm At.

2012: Why I Write.

2011: It's Been Ten Years.

2011: The World Stopped Turning.

2010: Then and Now. 

6 comments:

  1. Thank you for being a voice of protection for all who did feel the earth move. Much love to you.

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  2. Sending love to you today and every day.

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  4. What a beautiful tribute. You have such a way with words. I remember being terrified and brokenhearted, and this wasn't even my city. I didn't see anything firsthand, smell it, hear it, nothing. But it impacted me in a huge way also. I remember spending many nights sobbing for people I didn't even know, hoping and praying they and their families would be okay at some point. It's something I'll never forget, either. It changed my entire world view.

    Kim

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