September 11, 2004

R.I.P.: Those Who Never Came Home That Day

To those who never came home, three years ago today,

To those whose cars remained parked at suburban train stations in New York, Connecticut and New Jersey long after everyone else had gone home;

To those whose apartment doors had newspapers delivered but unread in front of them;

To those whose cell phones went straight to voice mail and were never picked up;

To those whose families never got to say goodbye and, even more heart rending, to those who's loved ones did speak to them in their final moments;

To those who charged into those dying buildings without regard to their own safety;

To those who stopped, in New York, Washington D.C. and Pennsylvania, and never started again;

We remember. May God grant you peace.

And, Mary Joe? We remember you and we miss you. I hope it was really quick.

Today is September 11. Pause a moment and remember. Then go spend some time with people you love.

Posted by Random Penseur at September 11, 2004 07:15 AM
Comments

this was a beautiful post
there really isn't anything else to be said

spend time with them - and tell them you love them

Posted by: standing naked at September 11, 2004 10:34 AM

My good friend Selinde lost her best friend, Suria, on 9/11. Her personal experience of loss contrasts so differently with people like me, who knew nobody who was killed on that day.

Posted by: mikeyinbarcelona at September 11, 2004 08:21 PM

Thanks!

Posted by: michele at September 11, 2004 09:22 PM

RP, would you like to say a little about Mary Joe? I'd think I'd enjoy reading a little about her.

Posted by: Tuning Spork at September 12, 2004 11:13 PM

This was amazingly well-said.

Thank for such a moving post.

Posted by: Elizabeth at September 13, 2004 10:51 AM

*sighs* I just don't like thinking about it. It makes me feel guilty, because so many people want to pay tribute and remember. I think that is probably correct and healthy.

But I feel the same way about any loss I have; I try to push it away and not let it hurt me again.

Hurts too much. It's been three years and it still hurts too much.

Posted by: Amber at September 13, 2004 12:39 PM

Made me cry.
At work.

Posted by: GrammarQueen at September 13, 2004 02:06 PM
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