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I wrote this to my uncle who passed in 911 :( |
[Introduction]
15 years ago and today there is an empty space at someone's table non-given advices or hugs dwells in the could have been Knots of silences forms in the throats of those as they remember the names, the moments Soothing memories are shadowed by the present pain We promised not to forget. Even if desired, is impossible, When your disappearance has impacted so many, even if they didn’t know you Even if they can only imagine who you were among the thousands of faces lost forever that day, They can imagine you were someone’s daughter, or son Someone’s father or mother, Someone’s grandfather or grandmother, Someone’s brother or sister, Someone’s uncle or aunt, Someone’s friend or significant other They can only imagine you, as a figure fallen within the statistics HOWEVER, they cannot feel what some of us felt In the agony of resignation, slowly accepting the crude facts As the days went by, as we held the thinnest of hope alive In the unconscious human belief (it can’t be happening to us) And the eternal minutes of waiting for a phone call, turned into hours and the visits to strangers in hospitals hoping to see a familiar face And the dreaded visit that confirmed our biggest fear To hear a five year old said “I’m mad at god” because he took you away Some of us saw our sanity crumble As the reality presented itself Slowly digesting it during the holidays, Our birthdays, Your birthday, The births of those that you did not get to meet, Of those that find you strange in picture. The moments in which we imagine what you would have said The moments in which your memories comes interrupting the conversations and creating the eternal silence… We may never forget, but we are still learning to live without you Love you, always |
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