I want you to no longer be a day where I get chills when the morning is too beautiful.
I want you to be a date that I can schedule a school fire drill and not have to cancel when we all realize the eerie or irreverent significance.I want you to be a day where candidates don't use you to pander, a campaign talking point, an exploited version of remembrance.
I want you to be a day where I can forget where I was and how I felt watching a city burn.
I want you to no longer be a day when we splay the iconic images of your horror all over the media.
I want you to be a day that has enough space and enough peace and enough love that it really feels like healing.
I want you to be a day that has no memory, no history, no sadness.
I want you to be a day that is not the anniversary for anything.
I want you to be a day that never existed, a blank space in the cycle of life that never happened.
I want you to no longer be a day when we feel like assholes if we don't pay respect.
I want you to be a day that is just a day...
But you are not just a day.
You are not just an iconic image, or a campaign talking point, or an anniversary for nothing. You are not a blank space, but rather a huge space, too much of a space in our history, not just of this country, but of us, we the people...the wife, the son, the fiance, the daughter, the grandmother, the delivery man, the construction worker, the fireman, the mayor, the college student.
We have no choice but to pay our respects because in doing so we get that much closer to the day when maybe it can be one filled with peace and love and healing.
We have no choice but to acknowledge this day as more than just a day, but an anniversary, a day to reflect, a day to grieve, a day to be grateful for the loved ones we have in our lives.
I no longer talk about the memories of that day. It's enough to remember them when I realize the date. Instead I try to remember to thank the universe for the life that I have and the people I have the pleasure to enjoy it with. I try to remember the good over the bad. I try to remember.