On 9/11
It took me a year to finally realize what happened on 9/11/01. I, like everyone else, watched the news, heard the stories and thought how terrible it was, however it wasn't until today that I finally felt it in my heart. I was driving home from work and there was a progression of motorcycles going south bound on Dale Mabry. It was some sort of group that was having a gathering at the ice palace in memory of those who died last September. By seeing the seemingly endless cloud of motorcyclist it finally hit me. I finally realized the shear number of people who died in the tragedy. It seems easier retrospectively to sort my thoughts and feeling out and really try to imagine what it must have been like for those people and their families. Immediately after September 11th I was caught up with trying to understand what happened. Then I was upset by the ridiculous reactionary way in which this country handled such a tragedy. But I never really sat down to consider what I felt about the actual loss of life. By seeing those motorcyclists today I got a tangible image of the amount of people who died. Really just a fraction of the people but it helped to put it all into perspective. It really was a terrible thing and I knew that when it happened last year, but it wasn't until today that I actually felt it.
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