9.11.2003

it's that time of year again... we would always wonder what the most interesting holiday in september would be, since every other month had something attached to it. january had new year's day, june had father's day, october had halloween, november had thanksgiving. and now, september has september eleventh -- an event not really acknowledged for its reverence; much more, like its shock value, actually -- not exactly the most festive of holidays. you don't see people going around holding september eleventh sales or selling september eleventh bears or something.

it was only a month after i had gotten back from my wonderful time in new york that the disaster happened. i vividly remember waking up and turning on the television set, when all of a sudden, the first image i see is the second plane hitting the second tower. it all seemed to crazy to be true; like we were all in a movie set or something. the day felt rushed. a nice handful of people didn't go to class. and when i came back, a few emails from my friends in new york had stormed my mailbox.

it was like getting punched in the gut, seeing those words: "robyn was working cantor fitzgerald."

now, two years later, it's a bit ironic to be mourning two losses in the span of a month and a half in such a solemn day. i feel like there should be something we can do, something, anything, that would give us a chance to bring them back. but we can't, and the only things we will ever have to work with are pictures, memories, and questions, mostly why, sometimes when.

wherever they may be, liam and robyn, i feel, are with us whenever we talk about things like this, or whenever i'm feeling upset or down. i could always count on both of them to make me feel better.

to america, you'll get over it.

to my friends, i know what you're going through, because i'm going through it right now.

rest in peace, liam and robyn. rest in peace.

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