This is the time every year when I close the book on September 11. I want to thank everyone for stopping by today, especially the friends and family members of those we lost that day.
For the next 364 days I will remain angry and steadfast, but I will not cry. I do my crying one day a year. Only one out of every 365/6 days do I allow myself the freedom to feel. Perhaps because, on that day ten years ago, I could feel nothing at all.
As I said earlier today, I had considered ending this annual indulgence, but I’ve decided against it. Someone has to tell the tale to the next generation. Might as well be me.
this you know
the years travels fast
and time after time i done the tell
but this aint one bodys tell
its the tell of us all
and you gotta listen and member
cause you gotta know the true
and tell the newborns tommorrow
- Savanna Nix Beyond Thunderdome