I'd like to thank Shadow Fox for letting me do something like this but now that it is over there is a sence of loss , it was started back in August and originally titled "Where were you when the world stopped turning" and I have to admit it was the title that caught my attention as that is one of my favorite songs. What I found when I opened it was amazing , he was doing a fan fic as an interactive plot around Sept. 11 and the horrors that had come to us all because of that day and I have to say that it did touch me , if you have read this over then by now you may know that Trel is based off how I reacted and my own life styles , at the time it happened though I was IMing my fiancee that lives in NC when I heard about the pentagon (we live close to radio towers so it came over my speakers for the computer) , when I asked him about it I had just come off a 10 hour shift and was at a total loss for intellegence so we looked for the info on the internet , and at the scene I ran down to the kitchen and turned the television on to see all that had happened , I will admit that when I finally slept that day it was almost 2 pm and the drain on me was purely emotional , the thought running through my head was for the children , the lives lost that would never see another day with their families and those who could do nothing but point fingers in the chat rooms that I had found and could do little but pray for those that had been killed , it was two nights after that I had finally heard the song and went looking for it online to find tons of tribute music and I made a whole CD of it , taking it to work with me. The news in Canada kept broadcasting updates and such but it was rare to find anything that could give a total so I went looking , what I found was shocking , our District Manager had come down , informing us that yes we had lost a few from the company in it as well.
I am the type that rarely shows pain and watch for others instead so when Reanne broke down I could only hold her and let her cry , her heart could easily rival Quatre's own and to watch her cry just about breaks me so when I did make it home I quietly crawled up to my bed in the loft and cried myself to sleep. She has cried since then , both happy and sad but until I read Shadow's last post to his story I had managed to last out till tonight , and now I have spilt tears twice in one night , the first over his story and the tributes that must now stand counting all those that had no chance of surviving right up to the ones that fought bravely both in trying to stop the destruction like in the flight that crashed on route and those that tried with their every ounce of strenght to find survivors , hoping against overwhelming odds and working till they were numb in exaustion both physically and emotionally.
To those that gave their all I can only send my love and hope that the Gods smile on each and every soul that can not smile for themselves.
May the Gods bless and protect us all.