Entry 35: Never Forget
To say that I have not lived through a tragic event in my life would be incorrect, and to say that I have felt deep grief would also be incorrect.
When I was in middle school eating breakfast in homeroom, the next door teacher popped into our classroom and said turn on the news. Our teacher turned on the TV and there was a building on fire. Smoke was billowing from the top, and the camera was glued to that tower. Later in the day, there was another plane aiming for the other tower. The news feed kept replaying the same scene several times, and you could hear the panic in the newsperson's voice as she tried to remain calm. Later the towers collapsed, and the World Trade Towers had fallen.
As a child, I never understood how hate could drive others to such extreme measures of violence. As an adult, I have never understood how a nation could become united through patriotism and hatred at the same time.
I have never been through a personal loss that was close to me, without counting the events of 9/11. Because I was raised in the military, goodbyes were commonplace for me whenever I moved to a new place and separated from friends. I have been jokingly called heartless because I didn't express any sad emotions when my best friend and I left for the military and college, respectively. Even the ending of Toy Story 3 didn't jerk a tear out of me.
That being said, I don't understand the pain of losing others, just like my child-self didn't understand why the world is so crazy at times.
Earlier this week, my boss told me about a Georgetown College graduate who was killed in Chile, most likely from a homicide. This was significant because this was the same college I graduated from, but I didn't know her. While I am fortunate to not be in a time of grief, but I know there are others who weep for her.
I don't know why the world can be evil at times, and even if I understood, I don't think it would help much. The only thing I can do at this point is to continue their lives they have lost and keep them in our memories. We should console and embrace each other, be thankful for those we still have, and avoid lashing out in hate.
To those who have lost families and friends in the towers and to my fellow graduates who lost their friend; you have my condolences and I pray that we may never forget.