--- Mags <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> wrote:
> When I see the images on the front page of the
> newspaper in
> colour, it confirms that. I look inside and see a
> black and
> white image of a young firefighter in full gear,
> covered in
> soot , a tender portrait of him with eyes closed,
> head
> leaning on hand, asleep. Resting . It broke my
> heart. That
> picture said so much. And then there are the images
> of
> ground zero. Terrifying. The overwhelming images
> still
> cannot find their way inside me to a place of
> believing
> this really happened.
There were several images in today's paper (yes, I
read the paper today) that really got to me. One was
a photo essay in the Globe and Mail -
http://www.theglobeandmail.com/special/attack/ then
click over on the right bar under the photo of the
firefighters, where it says "click here for photo
essay." They are all very touching, but the one that
hit me most was the photograph of the young woman
standing on the street looking totally confused and
terrified. The Toronto Star also had a photo essay
but most touching - most to the bone - were photos of
people confirmed dead. People young and old, male and
female, people of all colours:
http://thestar.ca/NASApp/cs/ContentServer?GXHC_gx_session_id_=2a2cd4b146d6e2a6&pagename=thestar/Layout/Article_Type1&c=Article&cid=1000505000970&call_page=TS_World&call_pageid=968332188854&call_pagepath=News/World
and, Queen Elizabeth, wiping a tear from her eye. I
don't think we've ever seen the queen cry in public
before, not that I remember.
> I must say how touched and grateful I am to everyone
> for
> writing and sharing their experiences . I have
> learned so
> much from you.
>
>
> the road is long.
>
I agree. You who were there need to talk about it.
We who weren't there but who are frightened just the
same, need to hear about it. It's part of the healing
process and it's going to be a long process. In my
mind, I'm hearing a song sung by Holly Cole, but I'm
not sure who wrote it. The words go like this:
Cry if you want to
I won't tell you not to
I won't try to cheer you up
I'll just be here if you want me
It's no use in keeping a stiff upper lip
You can weep, you can sleep, you can loosen your grip
You can frown, you can drown, or go down with the ship
You can cry if you want to
Don't ever apologize venting your pain
It's something to me you don't need to explain
I don't need to know why, I don't think it's insane
You can cry if you want to
The windows are closed,the neighbours aren't home
If it's better with me than to do it alone
I'll draw all the curtains and unplug the phone
You can cry if you want to
You can stare at the ceiling and tear at your hair
Swallow your feelings and stagger and swear
You can show things and throw things and I wouldn't
care
You can cry if you want to
I won't make fun of you, I won't tell anyone
And I won't analyze what you do or you should have
done
I won't advise you to go and have fun
You can cry if you want to
Well, it's empty and ugly and terribly sad
I can't feel what you feel, but I know it feels bad
I know that it's real and it makes you so mad
You could cry
Cry if you want to, I won't tell you not to
I won't try to cheer you up
I'll just be here if you want me
to be near you.
NP holly Cole - Cry (I had to go fetch the CD in order
to remember the words.)
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