My brain, my heart, my soul cried out “No more silence!”. Not because I don’t honor them – all the beautiful souls lost and affected that day – but because I am tired of silence. I am tired of solemnity. And I think they would be tired of it too.
Don’t stop the world in their memory. Don’t turn down your eyes in sorrow. Don’t remember them only in that small window of time where there is no sound.
Live. If you really want to honor them, honor their memory, share the legacy, then God damn it, LIVE.
Laugh out loud with your head thrown back. Hug someone with all your might until you both tumble over. Go outdoors and breathe the sun-warmed air of a late summer afternoon. Sit and quietly watch the wind blow softly through the trees. Read. Talk. SHARE. Feel the music in your bones. Eat and drink with your tribes until the last story is told and the embers grow dim. Dance. Sing. Cry. Run. Explore. And love. Love. LOVE.
But DON’T go silent. Not anymore. If you really want to remember them, it’s not about just one day. Remember them EVERY day.