every second monday in september

my family gathers at the cemetery

to celebrate our grandpa's birthday.

today is the second monday.

we want to celebrate

his life, rather than his death.

monday, september 10, 2001

was our first such gathering.

it was a completely average day.

we had no idea what was coming our way

the next morning.

i've thought about this often.

enjoying a nice, innocent september 10th

with my family

and then in a snap of the fingers

a handful of murderers

took away that innocence.

how i wish we could be living in a

september 10th world.

how i wish september 11, 2001

never happened.

but then i think,

i don't want to take back

who we became on september 12th...

...united.

prayerful.

full of love for one another.

we were all just americans,

not republican, democrat...

i wish we could all remember

who we were

on september 12th.