Every sperm is sacred...
Why are there so many songs about rainbows...

Don't forget to remember me...

For some reason, I'm having severe trouble mentally reconciling the fact that today is the seventh anniversary of the felling of the Twin Towers, the attack on the Pentagon, and the crash in Pennsylvania of United 93.

I remember how pretty much the entire day transpired like it was yesterday. I'm thankful it wasn't yesterday, of course, but the knowledge that it happened the better part of a decade ago is just a bit much.

And no matter how many years ago it was, it still never seems right to just throw out the normal mumbo jumbo on my blog on September 11. I have done it in the past and I always feel bad about it. Like I'm almost obligated to make mention of it here as a way of honoring the memories of all those who lost their lives.

But it's just too damn painful. Even for a guy like me who personally knew no one who died in the attacks.

Two years ago, I took part in something called Project 2,996, a blogger attempt to write memorial posts to all those who died that day. One blogger - one victim - 2,996 posts in total. It was one of the toughest things I've ever written. Not that I couldn't find the words, I just couldn't string them together in a way that, to me, served as a sufficient memorial; especially since I was given a firefighter, a true hero, to memorialize.

I wrote anyway. And I've found myself rereading what I wrote many times in the two years that have since elapsed. Sometimes I'm hitting myself in the side of the head when I think of something I could've written better. Other times, I just let the enormity of it all wash over me. What my guy, Lieutenant Geoffrey E. Guja, did on that day was done with no regard for his own life whatsoever. He lived, and died, serving others.

So, yes, I do keep referring back to this post each year. But that's simply because I feel it's important to never forget... not a single one of them.

Here are some links to posts of some of my regular reads that I found before heading out. More may show up throughout the day:

These are in no particular order and I may have missed some as I was racing to get this final bit done before running out the door. So forgive me if I forgot one.  If you have written something, feel free to link it up in the comments.


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Even though my post was very similar to Britt's, I'm thinking you chose not to link to mine on purpose. Which is okay.


Thank you. You're right, we should never forget.


I'm one of the few people who kind of avoided the whole thing when it happened, I don't know if it's something I should be ashamed of. I refused to watch any of it on television and now I feel almost like it was a movie I never saw. I just couldn't bear to watch what was happening to people, it's like when I drive by a bad accident I never look because I know if it were me I wouldn't want others staring. I don't know, I guess we all have our ways of dealing.


Today I remembered on my blog, maybe a bit differently but still. . . and do you think that Project 2,996 is still going? I haven't heard anything about it this year.


You are so right. We should never forget.


I remembered on my blog too...remembered to never forget.

I think we all should.


Miss Britt

Each year it seems like less and less people remember...


Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there... I do not sleep.
I am the thousand winds that blow...
I am the diamond glints on snow...
I am the sunlight on ripened grain...
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you waken in the morning's hush,
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of gentle birds in circling flight...
I am the soft star that shines at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry—
I am not there... I did not die...


Don't grieve for me, for now I'm free!
I follow the plan God laid for me.
I saw His face, I heard His call,
I took His hand and left it all...
I could not stay another day,
To love, to laugh, to work or play;
Tasks left undone must stay that way.
And if my parting has left a void,
Then fill it with remembered joy.
A friendship shared, a laugh, a kiss...
Ah yes, these things I, too, shall miss.
My life's been full, I've savoured much:
Good times, good friends, a loved-one's touch.
Perhaps my time seemed all too brief—
Don't shorten yours with undue grief.
Be not burdened with tears of sorrow,
Enjoy the sunshine of the morrow.


That must have been some project. I will have to go check out that site later on today.

Thanks for the post and the reminder.


Avitable, to be honest, I hadn't seen it. Just scanned through my Google Reader feeds real quick and picked those that popped out. I may have accidentally scanned over yours entirely. Sorry about that.

Nilsa, you're welcome. And thank you as well.

Robin, it's not an easy thing to watch so I don't blame you at all for tuning out.

sizzle, I hadn't heard about it going on, but I checked his site and is updated for 2008. Wish he'd e-mailed previous participants.

sue, amen.

Hilly, I'm glad you remembered to remember. ;-)

Miss Britt, I agree and that's just sad.

MIM, I really like those. Where'd you get them?

marty, it was pretty insane. I cannot imagine coordinating it.

hello haha narf

i had never heard of the project that you took part in. somehow i have a feeling this weekend i will have a difficult time tearing myself away from my computer. and i am, in a difficult to explain way, looking forward to it. thank you.

seven. seven years. it feels like last week. still so sad, so painful. i'm glad i am not the only one baffled by seven.


It does seem like a dark thing to be looking forward to, but I completely understand the desire to read what everyone else has written. It's painful, but very cathartic to be sharing these feelings with a group. The best kind of therapy out there. I wish you luck.


The first is by Mary Frye. Here is a quick link to some info on her. Looking at the article it kind of sounds like it could have been read at the 9/11 attacks. Interesting!!! WOW! I didn't know that before I posted it!



The second, is unknown after a very quick search. Please don't look it up either. Sad! Sad! Sad! Trust me on this!


Now, of course, my interest is piqued. Damn you!


It just seemed like every link was for someone who has passed on. To add to the sadness.


Oh gotcha. Sounded more mysterious and intriguing the way you said it.


Ugh...I feel so guilty now. This was the first year I didn't talk about my project tribute (mine is Francine Virgilio). I'll never forget her, and of course, will never forget 9/11. I guess I just didn't want to go there this time...I wanted to avoid the memories and the pain as much as I possibly could. Now I wish I had posted something.


Don't feel bad. I didn't do much about it last year. Just a TUA. My primary story was about that guy from the Buffalo Bills who was paralyzed during a game.

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