Peace
How many years since the Great Catastrophe? I have counted three. It has been three years. We lost our great comrades, Ivan, Piers and Jenna that day. But I still remember. Their faces upon death. It unnerved me; they were dead, yet they were simply sleeping. Perhaps this is the meaning of eternal sleep. For on their faces was a peaceful expression, akin to those who are asleep and are dreaming pleasant dreams. Perhaps they are in heaven. But I will never know.
I remember the day my sister died. That day in which I drowned myself with sorrow upon sorrow. The day came back to me always. The great crash. The way she fell over. The flames which quickly engulf us. Then the tower fell. The tower fell, and I, along with only five other people, escaped. My sister was not among us.
I dropped down to my knees; I covered my face in my hands. They speak of a chalice, beside the throne of Heaven. Into this chalice goes all the tears of mankind; once it is full, a Saviour will come. That day, the day I lost my sister, I wept so openly and bitterly that I thought that by my tears alone I would fill the chalice.
Later that day I found the bodies of two fellow comrades alongside the corpse of my deceased sister. I was certain that my tears would fill the chalice twice over. Yet, looking at these corpses unnerved me. They...appeared to only be sleeping. Such peace. Even in death.
Today, I find myself at the tombs of my sister and comrades. And today, I have a plan.
Today, in sight of my friend's graves, I will enter into eternal sleep.
Today, I will join my fallen sister with peace in my face.
I was watching my brother from the shelter of God, and for the first time since I entered into Him, I wept. I wept, knowing that my brother will never know peace.
This is...my contribution to the many 9-11 tributes out there. However, this is not intended to be a tribute; rather, a picture of what may have been going through someone's mind, then and now.
I do not claim to know what truly goes through the minds of those whose loved ones died during the attacks. All I can do is guess.
I still remember that day. It was...strange...for me. For, that Tuesday, when I felt the bitter breeze, I spoke these words: "Something bad will happen today." And indeed, my prophesy was fulfilled. Much to my sorrow.