Remembering September 11, 2001

That day - remembered by Cox and Forkum.

The links on their page are to names of those we lost that day. The Falling Man by Tom Junod is poignant to a point until he thinks intruding on a funeral to verify a photograph is acceptable. There were many jumpers that day, people who knew they would not survive the fire and the heat who found courage to look into the abyss and then leap. There is no shame in what they did, as Junod suggests, no hidden, unwanted feelings of inadequacy that makes many even now refuse to look at the pictures. It is because we feel pain for those people. It is because we hurt for them. It is because of the incompleteness that we feel when we could not catch them in our empty, aching arms. We would have if we could. They are ours. They are us.

God, bless them and keep them and shelter them in your arms. They are ours. And yours.