Time keeps on slipping

Today's post has been torpedoed in acknowledgement of the fact that time can tear past without our awareness of it's passing. It is this undeniable force that has the power to erase the memories of things that have no business being forgotten.

Let's remember one year ago today shall we.



A simple morning commute was torn to shreds along with the lives and sanity of a great many people that day. A simple cruise through google will fill your day with enough to read and remember that I shall not bury you with the details. Suffice to say the events of that day and the subsequent failed attack on the 21st of the month a year ago opened the world's eyes. Let's not forget the events and the people who were caught in the crossfire.

That morning was a strange and disconnected kind of day. Listening to the news, with my Dad being from England and still having relatives there (although none near the site at the time) it was all a little shocking and surreal. The disbelief was there, like with all acts of such magnitude. Such things are so terrible that you first feel that it isn't possible, but as the reality sets in we once again are reminded that we need not fear the bogeyman, or the things that go bump in the night. Mankind is the real bogeyman. We are the scariest thing going on this spinning ball of dirt. Our capacity for such horrors is undeniable and while we like to think that it is not possible, it is far too common an occurrence in the news. It is simply the luxury of geography that allows us our illusions.

While the atrocities are overseas and in foreign nations we can sit back, close up our newspaper or change the channel and just pretend it isn't our problem. When something is brought home with such force, and lands in our backyards and the laps of our friends and relatives, we realize that it is a worldwide plague. Man loves war and as the world expands, the conflicts will spread. Instead of focusing on retaliation and revenge, maybe we should be focusing on figuring out how to get everyone to just accept the rest of the world and move on. Since that's about as likely as me in a Victoria Secret catalogue I suspect this won't be the last tragedy of this magnitude that we see in my life. Here's to hoping we can get our act in gear before we blow ourselves into a future where the twinkies and cockroaches will fight for global supremacy.

With my insanity out of the way I leave with a simple request. Let's drop some kind words off at the sites of two fellow bloggers who were, and still are, affected by these horrible events. They are but two of many
Rachel and Holly. If you have the time then try to hunt out others and offer them some support as this week has been tough for them and as the media hype ramps up again to remember the tragedy, they will be reminded of all the pain, suffering and loss they have been working so hard to deal with.

Some photos from regular folk can be found here. Like us, they too are trying to find a way through it all.

"Forgiving does not erase the bitter past. A healed memory is not a deleted memory. Instead, forgiving what we cannot forget creates a new way to remember. We change the memory of our past into a hope for our future."

- Lewis B. Smedes