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 Carry my soul into the night

May the stars light my way
I glory in the sight
As darkness takes the day

Ferte in noctem animam meam
Illustrent stellae viam meam
Aspectu illo glorior
Dum capit nox diem

Cantate vitae canticum
Sine dolore actae
Dicite eis quos amabam
Me nunquam obliturum

Sing a song, a song of life
Lived without regret
Tell the ones, the ones I loved
I never will forget,

Never will forget.

This is my post for all affected by 9/11 (which I realize is encompassing most of the American population and extends throughout the world). I take this day, like every year since and usually days in between as well, to remember. I recall the day it happened, like many do. I used to think I grasped the immensity and sadness of these events pretty well as a nine year old. As I got older, I realized that what I was told then was only the tip of the iceberg. I soon understood it was more than a couple of planes crashing into two tall buildings. Before the attacks, those twin buildings were bustling with life. Those people woke up in the morning, like they did every morning previously and told their loved ones they’d be home in time for dinner. At the end of that day, there were too many places left empty at the table. 

So this is my tribute to those immediately effected, be it the people on the planes, the fire fighters, anyone and everyone in the Twin Towers and surrounding areas and the families; the ones left to carry on after significant loss. I’m sorry and nothing can amount to the bravery this country witnessed that day.