The radio station that I listen to doesn’t do a lot of talk, which is why I listen to it in the morning… Especially mornings like today. I don’t want to listen to yelling or callers or even controversy before I’ve had my first cup of coffee.
So I rode into work, dozing in the back of the bus, listening to radio. I know what day it is and, honestly, I don’t know that I’m ready to write about what happened 6 years ago. I don’t want to get controversial and political because, for me, 9/11 marked a forced growing up for my son. And those memories, I’m not ready to share yet.
The DJ didn’t say anything about it being 9/11, he just played the music… and then he played Tears in Heaven with spliced-in sound bites from the day of the attacks. It was chilling. Newscasters, witnesses, family members all spliced in with this heartbreaking song about the worst kind of love and loss. The last line was George W. Bush stating that we were going to go out there and get the ones who did this to us.
And then he played Peace Train.
And I nearly cried. And I still mist up a little writing about it. I think it was possibly the most fitting 9/11 tribute I have ever heard, and no one had to say a word…