Poetry and Prayers

Yesterday the past became the present, as it does for me and so many other Americans every year on September 11th.

I often think of those families who covered lower Manhattan with missing signs during the weeks after the attacks on the World Trade Center; hoping against hope that their loved one was in a hospital somewhere, anonymous, waiting to be found. I wonder how they are making out 21 years later, those families, and how they are coping with the pain of grief that so publicly renews its edge, year after year. I hope that somehow, they have found some peace.

Posted by Veronica

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