I was riding around city streets
late at night or early in the morning, whichever you would prefer. Four of us are crammed into the backseat of a not-so-large two door, we're laughing, getting lost, teasing each other, and laughing some more. I focus on the streetlights and realize that I'm going to look back on this time in my life as one of the most amazing I have lived through. When I look back years from now, I'm not going to remember the hurt, the scars, the boys who used, or being driven to the extremes of emotions
, I'm going to remember
this. Being happy, safe, and comfortable in a car full of people who I consider to be family
I didn't realize then what I realized now, that these nights could be over sooner than I realize, that far too many people lived the last weekend of their lives as I was thinking those thoughts. I took it all for granted, but something has happened that could change all our lives forever. As the news of Tuesday's events sunk in, I remember thinking as I looked up at a plane make a complete loop in the sky, heading back toward the airport, that things would never be the same. At first I thought I might just be paranoid, but the more I think about it, the more I know I was right.
We've lost thousands of family, friends, children...people who were innocent, civilians murdered senselessly. We've all lost our innocence now. As crazy as it may seem for a country with horrible rates of violent crimes, murders and other horrific acts filling our news channels on a daily basis to be considered innocent, it was nothing compared to this latest violence. For I've never before woken up and found that the world changed while I was in the shower.
These were some of the best nights of my life.
The thought was a requiem, a memorial before I knew that there was anything to mourn. Only to discover two days later that there was more to mourn than I could have possibly imagined.