My thoughts...

[reprobayt]

I remember. I mourn. I choose not to turn away but understand those who do.

I look in the sky and remember.
I listen to the cries, arguments...the faithful and the cynical - and remember.

I know where I was, where my friends were and what happened in the days following - and remember.

I listen to the naysayers, the bigots, the political finger pointing - and remember.

What I remember is telling my young daughter that things will never be the same.
I remember watching the images, holding my wife and knowing that things would never be the same.

I listened to the speeches and watched the actions in the days and weeks that followed - in a vain hope that the spirit of togetherness would continue. I watched as people lost and gave their lives in the months following in a noble cause. I sighed as I watched revisionist history and political grandstanding in the years following take the place of common sense and a common goal.

But it mattered not - because I remember.

I remember those who in a moment of crisis showed the best that is inside all of us.
I remember those who lost their lives due to bastardization of religion.

I will Always take this day to Remember.