Remembering Sept. 11th

So, here it is September 15th, and only now have I been able to put my thoughts together enough to say a few things about the sixth Annniversary of September 11th. On that day, I watched the news rebroadcast from that morning in 2001, watched a couple of documentaries, and just basically sat wondering what I could say that I haven't already said in years past. It wasn't until just a few moments ago when I found a song called I Grieve, by Peter Gabriel, that I found my inspiration to talk about it today. When looking for a good picture of the World Trade Center, I came across this picture of Manhatttan from the view of the Brooklyn Bridge taken by an artist named Henri Silberman, it's amazing, how could I ask for better than this view? I have a feeling that it is this picture that will replace the view I see in my mind when I think of home.

Through the years, friends of mine from back home, some who lost family members and close friends that morning, have stopped by my blog, and have commented on my words regarding September 11th. I thank them for comforting me by saying my words comforted them somehow. So in a message to them, and to anyone else who might be reading this, I pass along the lyrics to that Peter Gabriel song called I Grieve, I found them very fitting in remembrance of the day.....

It was only one hour ago
It was all so different then
Theres nothing yet has really sunk in
Looks like it always did
This flesh and bone
Its just the way that you would tied in
Now theres no-one home
I grieve for you
You leave me
so hard to move on
Still loving whats gone
They say life carries on
Carries on and on and on and on
The news that truly shocks is the empty empty page
While the final rattle rocks its empty empty cage
And I cant handle this
I grieve for you
You leave me
Let it out and move on
Missing whats gone
They say life carries on
They say life carries on and on and on
Life carries on
In the people I meet
In everyone thats out on the street
In all the dogs and cats
In the flies and rats
In the rot and the rust
In the ashes and the dust
Life carries on and on and on and on
Life carries on and on and on
Its just the car that we ride in
A home we reside in
The face that we hide in
The way we are tied in
And life carries on and on and on and on
Life carries on and on and on
Did I dream this belief?
Or did I believe this dream?
Now I can find relief

I grieve...

Yep, life goes on, though we never forget those who helped us get to the point we are. My prayers go out for my city, my friends, and to all those lost that day. I guess this is my way of letting it out and moving on.