2,996 is a tribute to the victims of 9/11.
On September 11, 2006, 2,996 volunteer Bloggers will join together for a tribute to the victims of 9/11.Each person will pay tribute to a single victim.
We will honor them by remembering their lives,and not by remembering their murderers.
When I signed up for this tribute, I didn’t realize how difficult it would be to put aside the horrors and losses of 911. This tribute is to be a remembrance of a life. Not a memory of murder.
Well I started thinking how 911 affected me. When I think back, it is not so much the images of physical damage and destruction that haunt me, but rather the images of the peoples faces as they witnessed the attacks (Google Image). Mirroring the same shock and despair on my own face as I watched the news unfold that September morning. Then the images of survivors hoping to hear news of their loved ones in the days to follow. This was a very human story. It was the coming together of a community, a nation, a continent and the world. This incident, made us all feel a gaping loss for innocent lives taken from us. If I could, and still can cry for those lost that day, then surely I can make one of these persons a humble tribute. For this man was not only lost to his family and friends, but to all of us. We have all mourned this tremendous tragedy, and empathize for the families. Even if you didn’t lose someone close to you, didn’t you still cry? Then perhaps we can pause on September 11th to give our respects to those lost that day. The violence of that day opened deep wounds. Five years later, we are healing, but the scars will remain for a long time. I wrote my tribute in the form of a poem, relating to the mother of Juan. Here is my tribute.
Juan of Many
Out of the loss, I learned many things.
How to cry for a mother, whose son was now gone.
Put myself in her shoes, what if her loss were mine.
Would this be a wound that would heal, given time?
When I think of it that way, I know her suffering goes on,
So proud of her son, there will never be another Juan.
A mothers’ call for revenge, for this action most savage,
Our armies went forth, with hearts set to ravage.
Our young men at war, face risk for this reason,
Now she wants them back home
Their safety, a treason?
Every day in the news we hear of more losses,
Row upon row, laid beneath crosses.
Prays for peace in a land, so very far away,
An end to madness, not far from this day.
May God have mercy on their souls.
This post will stand untill September 11th.