This is a blog by a woman in her 50's who is finally on the crooked path to find who she truly is.
Married at 19 and divorced at 53. I am going to unearth the artist, the cynic, the free spirit that has been long buried. Or die trying.
I've left Bethlehem
and I feel free...
I've left the girl I was supposed to be
and some day I'll be born.
12 blew out from under the bed:
I remember that day as vividly as if it happened yesterday. What a tragedy.
One of those days we will all remember where we were.
I can't believe so much time has passed. :(
Thank you for this reminder, dear Nitebyrd!
If a picture is worth a 1000 words. You had quite a bit to say....
Thanks for the post.
Very eloquent series of graphics, that was beautifully done, Nitebyrd...
hi sweetie, I won't ever forget that day. It was so very sad.
What really amazed me was the tv program tonight in the UK on the 9/11 faker. How sad someone gets off on pretending to be a victim!
Bless you Nite.
I was just saying to Daryl I was up late last night watching an amazing documentary about two brothers that were filming the FDNY fire fighters for other reasons when they captured everything on tape. It was very overwhelming.
Then I couldn't sleep and wanted to learn even more about it. SO I stayed up till 6 am watching youtubes of more footage and reading stories about the lost heroes.
I couldn't ever imagine going through something like that.
It was footage of the falling people that had me in tears the most. How awful! Falling to your death to avoid buring to death.
May they all rest in peace xx
Thank you all for commenting. I was in NYC 2 weeks after 9/11. While New York City will always be New York City, the pall over it was papable. Fear was everywhere along with police, reservists with guns and construction workers from EVERYWHERE! I'll never forget the "missing" posters pasted to every available surface. Or, reading the newspapers that had pages and pages of obituaries with each person's date of death as September 11, 2001. It was heartbreaking. I also was visiting my parents graves and heard the lone piper play at least a dozen times as families said farewell to a loved one. A "full-house" at a cemetery is never welcome. It was soul shattering.
Giggles! ~ When I was in Australia, the thing that suprised me was that EVERYONE I met asked me where I was and how I felt about the attack on 9/11. It was 5 years after the event and it was still affecting people half-way around the world. I was truly touched and has made Oz and it's people part of my heart forever.
I remember that day like it was just last week. I remember what I saw, what I heard, what I felt. It still saddens me to recall some of the images from that day. I will never forget. Not ever.
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