I cry for the lives that were lost. Bright lights in the universe that were extinguished too soon. Lovers, parents, children, friends, all tragically stolen from this life.
I cry for the memories. Of a country united in grief. Images seared onto my soul, onto the soul of our collective being.
I cry for the innocence lost. For children that never knew a parent. Dreams that shattered in the dust of the wreckage.
I cry for how far we’ve come. War that raged across the world and in our homes. Peace that strives to emerge from the darkness.
I cry because life goes on. The world keeps on turning, people are born, people die and still the memory does not fade.
I cry because of what we had. The trust and complacency that life is good. The security of safety. The freedom of love, the freedom from fear.
I cry because of the names. Each name a soul, a story, a beacon. Every one important, not just a list, not just numbers, but individual scars on the psyche of the heart.
I cry to remember. Forgetting is not an option. The tears support the memories and wash the bitterness.
I cry to live. It is a privilege and a responsibility. Bearing memories, tears, grief, anger, forgiveness, peace, love, and joy into the future that this may never happen again.