5 Years Later

It has been 5 years since the attacks. 5 years since family and friends had to wonder where their loved ones were, and if they were alive. 5 years since our nation changed forever.

Everyone knows where they were when the attacks took place, and I'm sure always will. It isn't something easily forgotten. And I certainly don't think it should be. What bothers me is that today the footage will be replayed over and over and over again, as if we don't already have the images embedded in our heads. The families and friends of the victims will once again be subjected to seeing it take place, to answering questions, to being bombarded with all of it as if it just happened.

When someone dies, you need a period to mourn the loss, and while it is never forgotten, you heal and move on from the hurt and anger. (I am not in anyway saying this is an easy thing to do or that it is a quick process.) I just wonder how the families of the victims can do this when every year it is shown to them again. If your loved one died in a car accident or had a heart attack would you want to watch footage of it every year on the anniversary of their death? Probably not. I know that our nation will continue to mark this day with much media coverage and the like, I just pray that the families don't have to grieve all over again, and that they can truly heal from the horror that took place in their lives.