and so we pick up the pieces

Back to school. Back to work. Back to friends, family, words. I do not know how they can cope… those people of New York City. Those people of Washington DC. The people who have lost their loved ones. I cannot imagine attempting to sort through the physical and emotional rubble. Searching for hours and hours, trying to rescue even one person that might still live… I cannot imagine it. Meanwhile the entire country is sorting through the emotions. The reactions… the unbelieveableness of yesterday. And the government, our leaders, is sorting through the politics. Searching for the perpetrators.

Shivering. They’re interviewing relatives on television. This is what makes it real. This is what tears my heart out. This is what makes me cherish all those people I have around me.

Yesterday I was thinking how incredibly glad I was that Aimee and Emma are talking to me again. How thankful I was that we haven’t lost all hope of being friends. I just wanted to gather my best friends up and just… sit together. Aimee, Kim, Emma, Meg, Emily H., Jared, Nolan, Nate, Ron, Goo. I will say that I am not afraid for my own safety. But I am afraid of the changes that are coming. I’m afraid of a war. I’m afraid of all those people I love going off and leaving. If the draft were re-instated… that would be Nolan. That would be Shaun. It would be Ron and Goo and Scott and Brian. And it just makes me want to throw my arms around all of them and keep them near. It makes me want to hold the hands of my best friends and stay together.

Oh! petty… petty things.

Today, though, we’re healing. Ms. G said that by stopping life, we’d be doing just what the terrorists want. By going on, by treating things as normal as possible, we’re being the strong country that we are. We’re standing tall in the face of a tragedy. We’re DOING something about it, and we’re moving on with life.

I send my blessings out to all you ODers. It was amazing to me to log on yesterday and find that everyone that had written, had written about these events. That single day that everyone was coming together, sharing their thoughts, feelings, views. I pressed random several times, knowing that I’d come across a new entry about that terrible day. They may have been single diary entries, one person’s view, but collectively it was impressive. And it was very very… healing to me. It put it in perspective… it was reality. I don’t know how many of you have lost someone dear to you, I don’t know who lives near those places, or who lives in the middle of nowhere… I just know we’re all going through this together. God bless…

@~>~>-dreamergrrl