Re post. I woke up like every other day, but something was different. I did not know WHAT was different. I tried to shack off this feeling, then I remembered. I was signing off some paperwork at the office, and only then when I wrote the date, 11/9/2013, did I understand why I was sad.
12 years back, I was single, my entire family had left the city were I was raised. I was alone, young, naive, arrogant but I was Ivan then, as I am Ivan now. I recall watching the tragedy unfold as the second aircraft flew into the building. We presumed it was a replay of the first impact. Confusing, panic, helpless, fear, anger, are the words that come to mind when I think back to how we all may have felt.
In an instance the world changed for us all. Let us never forget about all those families, who lost a loved one. They are still walking and time will never bring back that person who was once walking with them.
This poem written in 1936, says it all.
Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.
Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead,
Put crêpe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.
He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong.
The stars are not wanted now: put out every one;
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood;
For nothing now can ever come to any good.
–W.H. Auden (1907-1973)