I just wanted to take a moment this morning,
over my coffee as my dog snores against my feet.
Here in my small but happy home,
A grown woman with her own child now . . .
I have not forgotten.
Nine years ago this morning,
I was in class at a small community college.
Mad at my life.
My grandfather had just passed away,
my three year relationship had just crumbled.
I hated the small college and just wanted to be at the university.
How horribly I thought I had it.
I got up and walked out.
Went home to take a nap and be alone with my bad mood.
The light on the machine was blinking.
Message after message . . . in hysterics.
We've been attacked.
Sitting all day.
A blur, a dream.
I sat alone just like I had planned on doing,
but out of myself and aching for my country.
And extreme sadness.
I love you dearly, America.
I don't love all you do and all you've been at times.
But you are my home and my history.
I hate how you hurt that day.
How our people suffered.
Nine years, and counting.
The dog keeps snoring.
I stir more cream into my coffee and watch the birds on the back porch feeder.
So peaceful. Light.
Life goes on.
But I have not forgotten.
And I will never, ever forget.
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