A fitting tribute
I'm not sure there is such a thing.
All I know is the story still haunts me.
I remember that day....
I went to class that morning just as I did every day.
But that fateful Tuesday, wasn't like any other day....
"A plane crashed" I heard the man on the radio say...
Probably just a small prop on a foggy morning...
No
Big
Deal...
Off to class, papers are due
But something was different, something I couldn't quite put my finger on
As I walked out of class, I looked up
Five circular streamers graced the sky
Strange...I thought as I walked on, failing to rationalize the inconsistency in my mind.
I walked through the hallway, what's this...a group of onlookers,
I enter.
A Television...
Such a common invention displaying an uncommon sight.
The buildings on fire, hundreds of terrified people leaping to their deaths
Their screams, their dresses, skirts and suits flittering through the air with their lifeless bodies...
I wish I could erase that image.
Then as the buildings came crashing down with my tears
I had one thought
Oh God...there are people in there!
Oh God, no! Is this real?
As I look back now, I guess what I hate the most is the since of normalcy the world has assigned to that day.
But there is nothing normal about it.
I want to write a fitting tribute,
But the truth is
No tribute is fitting enough.
The best tribute is to live
And
Never
Forget.




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