I remember well the “Events of 9/11”. That day will always remind me of how fragile and precious life is. How something you took for granted can be taken away without warning and those I can no longer talk to or hold and hug. They were taken away without warning and all I have left of them is but my few scattered memories that even now become faded, like shadows of the past.
I remember dreaming of the attacks on the twin towers and the thought that I should call my brothers and tell them of my dream. It never came to pass, for they did not want to know the things that I saw or dreamed of because they said the gifts I possessed since birth were not natural and when we were growing up it scared them.
I remember that I was out throwing the ball in the park for my two chocolate labs, Honey and Rebel. When I walk into the house nestled in the small town of Espanola Ontario Canada, my children and their mother who had come to visit them were all standing in front of the television and staring intently at the screen.
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I remember feeling my heart sink deep in my chest and the look upon my families faces, that of utter shock, horror and disbelief. It's happening! Oh no it's really happening! That is all I could say. I remember standing there frozen in place and watched as both the Twin Towers went crashing down as they imploded into themselves and how within my soul I became weak and could hardly stand.
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My ex wife handed me the phone and said, “Call them”. But I could not as the call lines were all jammed up. I tried for several days to reach my family there in the area but it was to no avail. The shock and confusion held everyone at bay. But in my heart and soul, I felt the sudden separation from those I love so dearly and when the news came that both my brothers were gone, I was cold inside. I could not mourn their deaths. All I could feel was my rage and utter disbelief that another human being could think life so worthless that they could crash a plane with innocent people on board into a building in the name of their God.
I was filled with a rage deep inside of me! I wanted to bring a hell on earth to those that would send others to do their deadly deeds in the name of their God.
For a short time, I turned away from my teachings and The Great Spirit, was not in my heart. I could not understand how he the all knowing one could allow such a thing to happen. I turned my pain inwards, as I could not deal with the heartache and my loss. It nearly lost me my freedom and my family. September 11th was my brother Edwin's birthday and the other brother's birthday was June 20th. So I'm forever reminded of that day that terrorist struck at the heart of America.
It has taken me a long time to come to terms with the loss of my loved ones and my heart goes out to all the victims and their families. Those that lost their lives in Sept.11 will forever live within my heart and mind. I was able to go too ground zero two years after that event and stand in my silence and say goodbye to my loved ones. It took me two years to gather the strength and courage to do so; it helped me to bring closure and allowed me to start living again. My pain will never go away. It's a part of me and I'll carry it as long as I live.
Please all that read this article, let us never forget the many that gave their lives for others, so we can enjoy the freedom that being free brings. Let us never forget our hero's of 9/11 or those that serve overseas in foreign countries helping to ensure our freedom, with the cost of life and limb to some.
Let us not forget all the heroes of Sept.11 and the sacrifice they made.
I know I won't.
