September 11th is creeping up again.
The second anniversary and I still feel like I'm being punched in the stomach when I think of the horror.
I know every media outlet and their dogs will be writing special features, talking to family members to see 'where they are now' and coming up with every written angle about the day. Feels kind of funny for me to even be expressing anything about it - like it's going to be overdone anyway.
They were right when they said the world will never be the same. Being Canadian, I feel just as close to the whole thing as the Americans. But perhaps the rest of the world thinks so too.
So what does it have to do with this blog, you ask? The only good to come out of such a horrible day was the wake up call it gave me about my life. You never know how long you've got - even if you lead a normal North American life, get up, go to work, turn your computer on, check your email, eat right, exercise, watch Seinfeld and Friends on the televison at night.
And so it gave me the courage to do this. Pick up a 'normal' life and see the world.
I do it in memory of those that lost their lives that day. And every once in awhile I look up to the skies to sliently thank them.
And once a year, on the anniversary, I still can't help but grieve like it's happening all over again.
The second anniversary and I still feel like I'm being punched in the stomach when I think of the horror.
I know every media outlet and their dogs will be writing special features, talking to family members to see 'where they are now' and coming up with every written angle about the day. Feels kind of funny for me to even be expressing anything about it - like it's going to be overdone anyway.
They were right when they said the world will never be the same. Being Canadian, I feel just as close to the whole thing as the Americans. But perhaps the rest of the world thinks so too.
So what does it have to do with this blog, you ask? The only good to come out of such a horrible day was the wake up call it gave me about my life. You never know how long you've got - even if you lead a normal North American life, get up, go to work, turn your computer on, check your email, eat right, exercise, watch Seinfeld and Friends on the televison at night.
And so it gave me the courage to do this. Pick up a 'normal' life and see the world.
I do it in memory of those that lost their lives that day. And every once in awhile I look up to the skies to sliently thank them.
And once a year, on the anniversary, I still can't help but grieve like it's happening all over again.
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