September 12

There’s no other word that comes to mind than “sacred” to describe September 11th. I didn’t post anything about it yesterday, but it’s impossible not to reflect on where I was every hour of that day and the feelings surrounding it and myself.

It is still unfathomable to me and to this day, I still struggle wrapping my mind around it, the people on those planes and what they must have been going through, the families, and how every one of us has coped (or perhaps not coped) with it. 

There are so many prominent emotions and thoughts that arise in me surrounding September 11th, as I’m sure there are for many. I find it easier to reflect more the day after. It seems less painful for some reason. Maybe it’s because our country was so unified and the positive energy surrounding everyone to support, love and pick eachother up off the ground was something I had never experienced. It was a warm blanket wrapped around a country that was so stunned by something none of us could ever imagine.

While not in a million years would I ever want another day like that ever again, it’s hard not to remember the unification that arose from all of us despite political stance, sexual orientation, race, gender, and on and on. We were one.

And while “sacred” is the word I use to describe September 11th, “unity” is the word I use to describe September 12th.