Like most Americans, I will never forget where I was and what I was doing when each plane struck the Twin Towers and the Pentagon along with those courageous men and women aboard Flight 93 overtook the hijackers. I had never been more proud of America is those coming days and months as we came together as one nation, under God, indivisible.
A wonderful friend passed along this poem to me. I'm dedicating it to the survivors of 9/11.
If tomorrow starts without me,
And I'm not there to see,
If the sun should rise and find your eyes
All filled with tears for me;
I wish so much you wouldn't cry
The way you did today,
While thinking of the many things,
We didn't get to say.
I know how much you love me,
As much as I love you,
And each time that you think of me,
I know you'll miss me too;
But when tomorrow starts without me,
Please try to understand,
That an angel came and called my name,
And took me by the hand,
And said my place was ready,
In heaven far above,
And that I'd have to leave behind
All those I dearly love.
But as I turned to walk away,
A tear fell from my eye,
For all my life, I'd always thought,
I didn't want to die.
I had so much to live for,
So much left yet to do,
It seemed almost impossible,
That I was leaving you.
I thought of all the yesterdays,
The good ones and the bad,
I thought of all that we shared,
And all the fun we had.
If I could relive yesterday,
Just even for a while,
I'd say good-bye and hug you
And maybe see you smile.
But then I fully realized,
That this could never be,
For emptiness and memories,
Would take the place of me.
And when I thought of worldly things
I might miss some tomorrow,
I thought of you, and when I did,
My heart was filled with sorrow.
But when I walked through heaven's gates,
I felt so much at home.
When God looked down and smiled at me,
From His great golden throne,
He said, "This is eternity,
And all I've promised you.
Today your life on earth is past,
But here life starts anew.
I promise no tomorrow,
But today will always last,
And since each day is the same way,
There's no longing for the past. "
So when tomorrow starts without me,
Don't think we're far apart,
For every time you think of me,
I'm right there, in your heart.
What a beautiful poem. I need to keep this, thank you.ReplyDelete
Beautiful. I will definitely be keeping this one. What a beautiful tribute on such a sad day.ReplyDelete
What a wonderful tribute.ReplyDelete
Thank you for sharing this wonderful tribute.ReplyDelete
I am Spanish, but that day I'll remember all my life also. Also remember the March 11, 2004 in Madrid. A delightful and touching poem.ReplyDelete
And it wasn't just Americans who remember where they were when they first heard about the tragedy. Even here in the UK, everyone remembers.
Beautiful Poem and a lovely tribute.ReplyDelete
Yes, it's true. I al remember where I was(in NZ) and how we re glued to the TV watching the horrifying events unfold.