Live Without Your Sunlight
Then, yesterday morning, fate was there to greet me. Driving back home from a morning errand there stood a large man on the side of the road bolstering a very large sign.
"3000 no longer exist." was the first line of text. "9/11. www.Islamsomethingsomething"
I had to pay attention to the road, but I knew it was a string of hate and staring at this man or turning around to park and get out of the car to give him a piece of my mind wasn't in the cards but within me it felt as though a pipe had busted. 3000 no longer exist. Tears dripped down my face from behind my sunglasses. No matter how you put it... "3000 are no longer with us, 3000 are gone, 3000 were taken." it still slaps a stark reality over you and it's enough to pull you out of whatever fantasy world you were trying to escape to. I felt an intense dislike for that man and the feelings for what he had done stayed in my mind all day. I wanted so badly to go up to him and tell him that my sister existed in my heart. The feelings that she wasn't here, that she technically no longer existed on many standards ached. I wanted to make my own sign stating "3000 were lost; while this man thinks about them once a year, I think about them everyday." I have a hard time when that realization comes around and I try to remember her voice. I try to remember every little thing about her and it's so hard to grasp she is gone. I can't call. I can't scream for her. I can't see her. Doesn't exist? In my heart I keep telling myself otherwise and it makes me miss her more. It makes me wish a thousand times it wasn't her.
I did not think I'd have anything to say. After I finished this piece I laid in bed wondering why. Writing my thoughts out kind of gets old every year. BUT... I owe it to her. I owe it to those people who are no longer here. As the world warms up to forgetting or never being born into this tragedy, I will continue to get used to it with guilt every time it seems I am feeling a sense of calm and pain when I remind myself.
I love my big sister more than anything.
I want her back.
I want her to exist.
I don't want pain anymore.
To those that stayed beside me and watched me draw this, thank you. To my guildmates that have kept me laughing the past few days and kept me up till 4am...while you were unknowing to my pain, you gave me a chance to forget it and treat this week as it were normal. To those who always come to see this piece, I thank you as well.
I only wish I had more to say, but my body and heart feels tired. Do a good deed today. Do it to remember the people who died. Think of think them...so they can exist.
To see my previous years for my 9/11 pieces:
2012 - luniara.deviantart.com/art/Del…
2011 - luniara.deviantart.com/art/Men…
2010 - luniara.deviantart.com/art/Onl…
I wish that Horrible Day Never Happened to Begin With , so many Innocent Lives lost for no reason , and a bright future destroyed in ruins .
Mindless hate from evil terrorists is what caused all this, and I just wish that all of those total evil SOB's were foiled completely, so that our future would've been oh-so-different.
With our future utterly destroyed, it seems that hate is spreading more and more around the world, and all this was from that point in time which should never have happened to begin with.
It is such a shame that some humans do this to other humans, and we all just ask 'How can a human being do this to another human being, how could they do such a thing?' as well as the one key word 'Why?'.
The United States of America had never had a really bad day since the Unfortunate and Terrible Death of US President John F. Kennedy, as well as the attack on Pearl Harbour that took away so many Innocent American Lives, and those Innocent People had done nothing wrong to the Japanese at the time.
But 9/11 was just the most Horrible, Worst, and Awful Tragedy that should've been foiled, that should've been stopped, and should've been avoided, but what is more painful, is that a lot of people predicted 9/11, including an old cartoon of the 1950's which I had seen on Youtube.
RIP Jean Marie Wallendorf, A True Angel, A True Heroine, and A True American.