So I start jogging and can't help but think of those who were affected by 9/11. I think about what a patient of mine told me who was there. He saw the plane hit and remembers the body parts that went flying as he and his family and friends just ran away once they were all together.
I feel for the families who go home to a house that used to feel more like home. Maybe 10 years later things have been accepted to some degree. I just don't understand how you do that. How are you supposed to live and move on from a life that changed in just moments? For those who lost children, brothers, sisters, wives, husbands, friends, pets, etc...it just takes away dreams and future memories. Nobody asked them if it was okay.
What do you think about moments before you die? What do you think about as you're dyiing because you know no one can get to you? No one plans to die so what do you do, think, or say when that choice is taken from you?
As we've now lived a decade with this tragedy and tried to grow from it, we have to realize that life is more precious than we could ever admit or truly realize. The saying, "Don't put off tomorrow what you can do today" should have more meaning. If it doesn't, what kind of wake up call do you need?
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