September 11

Published: Wednesday, 13 May 2009 Written by Nellie Jules 4D

September 11

 

My mother's tears flowed endlessly on that Day. The day the earth stood still. It was September 11th or 9/11 as it is now referred to. A passenger plane slammed into one of the skyscrapers, "The World Trade Centre", leaving hundreds dead.

September 11

 

My mother's tears flowed endlessly on that Day. The day the earth stood still. It was September 11th or 9/11 as it is now referred to. A passenger plane slammed into one of the skyscrapers, "The World Trade Centre", leaving hundreds dead.

 

Her tears were not for the death of a spectacular building or for the wicked who deemed their actions as God's so-called will. But, for the many innocents who perished and most of all, for the people who had to suffer through the traumatic event of a plane hijacking, not knowing if they would ever see their loved ones again.

 

She was that kind of person, my mother. A pet with a soft heart. She not only cried for her loss, but for other's losses as well.

 

She said there were family members on that plane. I guess they were mine too. She would tell me twelve years later that even though, terrible things like that happen, life goes on.

 

So. I look back on that day, September 11 and remember my mother when she cried. And even though she is no longer a member of the earth's population, she will always be by my side.

 

I travel to her graveside three times a month. And once there I look up to the sky. Her body, or bones I should say are in the ground, but her spirit is in heaven. My eyes travel to the mountain ranges of Dominica and all I can see is green. Nature must be singing. Nature is always singing. And Death wails because he is never satisfied.

 

So, I let myself cry on the anniversary of another tragedy. Then I wipe away my tears and I think or say "Life Goes On".

 

 

 

 

NOT BASED ON A TRUE STORY

FICTION

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