Remembering Victims of 9-11
I’m glued to the TV this morning, watching images of those horrible events ten years ago when the Twin Towers in New York city collapsed. Earlier this week, Phyllis and I visited a 9-11 remembrance memorial in our town of Dublin, Ohio. 3000 plus American flags, one for every victim of those attacks on 9-11, are displayed in a field adjacent to Dublin Coffman High School. Local Boy Scout troops are spending the night to keep vigil over our flags; acts of honor and respect that chokes me up and makes me proud all at once.
Next to the flags are multiple banner boards depicting the names of all the victims in alphabetical order. Looking at all these names brings home the enormity of the losses suffered 10 years ago and to think this visual doesn’t include the collateral damage suffered by friends, family, and business. I feel inconsequential in the face of it all.
I’m not sure what else I can say about the calamity of 9-11 that already hasn’t been said. Vocabulary lacking, for once in my life I’m simply mute.
