Love the variety of “bridesmaid” dresses.
hiya on my dash
Our prayers are always with you <3
(photo via MatthewJennings)
I’m beginning to realize that, for the rest of my life, this day will carry considerable weight.
I expected it to feel like this last year. The 10th anniversary of when thousands of mothers, fathers, sons and daughters when to work and never came home.
But this year, maybe because it’s an odd number and a prime number, I wouldn’t find myself watching Jon Stewart’s emotional speech on The Daily Show, looking at pictures of what the skyline of New York City looked like for most of my childhood or doing any of the other things I’ve done on this day for the last 11 years.
Yet, here I am.
I guess, this what we mean when we say that we’ll never forget.
My heart goes out to those affected by 9/11.
My uncle was in a building neighboring the World Trade Center. He witnessed all of it; the completely harmless airplane passengers crashing into the buildings, the dust and smoke sweeping over the streets and coating bystanders in ash, bloody victims, people pushing past others and jumping to their deaths…
He wasn’t physically injured during the attacks, but just recalling the events shakes him. I can’t even imagine being there or knowing someone I love died so harshly.
There’s no possible way to justify what happened, but I hope everyone knows that the victims are in a better place now.
Here’s to 11 years of remembering, and hopefully safer years to come. And that we never forget the 3,000 innocent lives brutally lost during September 11, 2001.
Cape Point, South Africa Where the Indian and Atlantic Ocean meet. Beautiful
He is a true work of art.
Photo #3 of 9.