Jack of Harts

I Remember coming home from work to see one tower burning.

I Remember watching a plane fly into the second tower, live on television.

I Remember the realization that we were under attack.

I Remember watching people jump out of the buildings rather than burn.

I Remember the crowds of cheering people in the West Bank.

I Remember watching the towers fall with first responders still inside.

I Remember all of these things, and I will Never Forget.

And for my own little personal, very much not life or death, bit of 9-11 Memories…

I Remember going to talk to my online friends about everything that was going on that day. These were people I talked to every day about anything and everything. They were my friends. And I had long been one of the admins at that family of websites. I built P.R.I. to be part of that family, and I put a lot of work and time into making those places good places for people to go and talk about one of our favorite games. Only on that day, I found that the other admins had locked my admin account out because they didn’t want me to say anything on THEIR website. And for good measure, they closed the forum down because they didn’t want anybody ELSE talking about it either. In one move, the other admins made it impossible for everybody who came to that family of websites to mourn and grieve together, online, with their online friends. Such things are minor when it comes to a day like this. But they are also something I will Never Forget.