Remembering 9-11

By Luna Jubilee  //  RL  //  No Comments

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Last year I shared my 9-11 story.  This year I wanted to share what transpired last night.  Last night, instead of reading my current novel, I pulled out one particular journal.

The journal itself wasn’t like the others even. Its brown, hard lined, thicker paper and gold edged. As gifts, people send me journals. Most are beautifully crafted, pink or floral or have ribbon bookmarkers. This one is the opposite. It has a strong leather spine and my initials embossed on the front corner in a stiff font. Its the only one in my collection that is this visually unique.

I climbed into my big overstuffed chair only to have my pug join me. As she snored, I read.  Its our usual routine.

The spine cracked open and I saw the first date: August 18th.  This entry talks about my sister’s bbqand a recent phone call with my elderly grandmother. Not many doodles, just written words.

I flipped forward a few pages to September. Reading only a few entries here and there. Nothing of note … and oddly not that many entries.  After only a few page turns, I found my first post about 9-11. It talks about that day, the stillness in the air that still haunts me, the clear blue skies and the numbness that surrounded me.

I read my own words and sometimes pausing to remember the friends who’s names were before me. Soon I realized, the pages were filled with doodles. Most nonsensical and many were floral vines and loops. These abstracts soon consumed the page. It was, as if at the time, I couldn’t form the necessary words but needed to keep the pen moving.

Kind of like now, I want to say something here in this post. Share something but not sure what exactly.  Maybe its to say that this day is and will remain an emotional day for me. Or maybe its for me to remember what it was like to shake my friend’s hand as he left to attend a funeral in full military attire.  His white gloved hand outstretched to meet mine. Feeling that soft cotton knowing that soon a widow will feel a similar hand as an American flag is presented to her during the ceremony.

I lost many friends that day … and have many overseas carrying out the honor and duty to serve in the armed forces. 

Never forget.

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