Quote (Knoppie @ Sep 10 2018 07:55pm)
I kinda miss your posts, never knew widow though, but I'll show some respect,
May he rest in peace.
Sorry, I'm burned out on politics. Trump this, end of the world that. I'll repost the Widow quote in its entirety here:
Quote (WidowMaKer_MK @ Sep 6 2011 03:52pm)
I remember what a beautiful day it was on September 11 , 2001 in Washington D.C. as I sat there and watched the unfolding of a story that would forever change the world we live in .
The television was showing a gaping hole in one of the Twin Towers and I sat there rivetted to the screen as the commentators were discussing what type of plane could have caused that large a hole in the structure .
And as I watched I saw the enormous fireball as the second plane hit the other tower and like everyone else watching I knew in an instant that we were under attack .
I sat there glued to the screen as the smoke grew and grew and grew unable to avert my eyes from the horror unfolding before us .
... and then the most horrific sight I have ever seen in my life took place as the first tower crumbled and slowly disappeaed in a growing cloud of smoke and dust and I remember that it felt exactly like someone had reached inside of me and tried to pull my stomach out through my throat , something I feel to this day whenever I am reminded of that image .
...and then I thought of all those people who must have still been trapped inside and I did the only thing I could do . I broke down and I cried and I still remember the heat from those tears as they rolled down my face and began to soak my shirt and they kept coming as I shed every tear I had ever suppressed because men don't cry and I cried some more and I can barely see through the tears in my eyes right now as I type this as all those feelings come flooding over me once again .
As we approach the tenth anniversary of that dreadful day I can say with absolute certainty that I will never forget .
I will never forget because I can't , because those images will never leave me , because they are as much a part of me as a the fingers I use use to write this with ; they have beome a part of my character that I will carry to my grave and only then will I be free of the remembering .
...and I know what the next hanfdul of days holds in store for me as we relive that day over and over again . I will be crying and I won't even bother trying to stop the tears .
...because I can't !