Remember the Lost

The last few days have reminded of that beautiful September day that changed our lives forever. Imagine now, a whole generation born after that day have little or no understanding of what it all means.

Some years, the words flow. This year, after a horrendous span of quarantines, lockdowns, not seeing my mother for months at a time, I feel like a husk, buffeted by the wind.

Remember the lost.

Remember the ones lost since due to sickness caused by exposure during the rescue/recovery.

Remember the ones suffering now, soon to be lost.

Remember those who still grieve.

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