It’s been five years today. Five years since I sat in Biology watching live as the second plane smashed into the World Trade Center towers. I remember thinking that it was some accident, I remember thinking that I was saddened that so many died, but I was happy the media would stop focusing on the ridiculous political scandals of the hour. I remember it all.

I remember how when I got home that day I sat. And as I sat, I remember thinking about what all of this meant. I remember reading in the paper the next day about the other planes, and I remember crying. I remember all of these things, yet on this day, I do not see remembrance. I do not see people even pausing for a moment to remember the dead.

I remember being furious. Furious that I was too young to do anything; I could not give blood; I could not travel to help. I could do nothing. But pray. Prayer is that which we must to do even still.

I’ll end with James Lybrie’s words:

Walls are closing
Anxiously
Channel surfing
Frantically

Burning City
Smoke and fire
Planes we’re certain
Faith inspired

No clues
A complete surprise
Who’ll be
Coming home tonight

Heads all turning
Towards the sky
Towers crumble
Heroes die

Who would wish this on our people
And proclaim that His will be done
Scriptures they heed have misled them
All praise their Sacrificed Sons
All praise their Sacrificed Sons

(Sacrificed Sons – Dream Theater)

If nothing else, simply remember the pain our people suffered. I remember. Do you?