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We will NEVER forget
11 years ago
To Astrea "Star" Martin:
You are sorely missed. I will always remember what times we had in high school, and then online in the beginning days of the internet and online, as you moved to NYC. I will also remember with horror that morning, as I watched here, from home with my parents, your last final hours. I didn't know it at the time, but a piece of me died on that bright and sunny day. A wound unhealing. It's been 13 years I know, but your death is just..so senseless, so foreign and alien to me. You had just gotten out of the hospital, been told by the doctor's your leg was healing fine, and you could go home. Your dad must have planned that breakfast or something weeks in advance. I....I can't imagine what you went through, trapped up there, no way down. The pain, the terror. Did..did you know what had happened, and what was further happening? Could you see the second plane crash?
One of the brief moments of cold comfort is knowing that you were out cold, or already dead when the North tower collapsed. I miss you my dear Star. I always will. I haven't made it to Ground Zero yet, but..they did build a very beautiful memorial on the site. My sister went. Even though you and she weren't close, Becky said she shed a tear for you. I'm...not really able to go. No good way up there, and I'm scared of what I might feel, or have happen. I don't know if I could withstand having the wound reopened like that. Someday I will make it there, and I will lay roses on the site, your final resting place. You will still always, and forever be, in my heart.
Without Wax,
Skarlath
The following is her favorite song, and I think it's...well..spot on. You can still be free, by Savage Garden
Cool breeze and autumn leaves
Slow motion daylight
A lone pair of watchful eyes
Oversee the living
Feel the presence all around
A tortured soul
A wound unhealing
No regrets or promises
The past is gone
But you can still be free
If time will set you free
Time now to spread your wings
To take to flight
The life endeavour
Aim for the burning sun
You're trapped inside
But you can still be free
If time will set you free
But it's a long long way to go
Keep moving way up high
You see the light
It shines forever
Sail through the crimson skies
The purest light
The light that sets you free
If time will set you free
Sail through the wind and rain tonight
You're free to fly tonight
And you can still be free
If time will set you free
And going higher than the mountain tops
And go high like the wind don't stop
And go high
Free to fly tonight
Free to fly tonight
You are sorely missed. I will always remember what times we had in high school, and then online in the beginning days of the internet and online, as you moved to NYC. I will also remember with horror that morning, as I watched here, from home with my parents, your last final hours. I didn't know it at the time, but a piece of me died on that bright and sunny day. A wound unhealing. It's been 13 years I know, but your death is just..so senseless, so foreign and alien to me. You had just gotten out of the hospital, been told by the doctor's your leg was healing fine, and you could go home. Your dad must have planned that breakfast or something weeks in advance. I....I can't imagine what you went through, trapped up there, no way down. The pain, the terror. Did..did you know what had happened, and what was further happening? Could you see the second plane crash?
One of the brief moments of cold comfort is knowing that you were out cold, or already dead when the North tower collapsed. I miss you my dear Star. I always will. I haven't made it to Ground Zero yet, but..they did build a very beautiful memorial on the site. My sister went. Even though you and she weren't close, Becky said she shed a tear for you. I'm...not really able to go. No good way up there, and I'm scared of what I might feel, or have happen. I don't know if I could withstand having the wound reopened like that. Someday I will make it there, and I will lay roses on the site, your final resting place. You will still always, and forever be, in my heart.
Without Wax,
Skarlath
The following is her favorite song, and I think it's...well..spot on. You can still be free, by Savage Garden
Cool breeze and autumn leaves
Slow motion daylight
A lone pair of watchful eyes
Oversee the living
Feel the presence all around
A tortured soul
A wound unhealing
No regrets or promises
The past is gone
But you can still be free
If time will set you free
Time now to spread your wings
To take to flight
The life endeavour
Aim for the burning sun
You're trapped inside
But you can still be free
If time will set you free
But it's a long long way to go
Keep moving way up high
You see the light
It shines forever
Sail through the crimson skies
The purest light
The light that sets you free
If time will set you free
Sail through the wind and rain tonight
You're free to fly tonight
And you can still be free
If time will set you free
And going higher than the mountain tops
And go high like the wind don't stop
And go high
Free to fly tonight
Free to fly tonight
am sorting through a few emotions of that day, myself, though I didn't lose anyone close to me,
still angry and sad about what happened. still proud of those on UA Flight 93 who averted a far worse disaster through their sacrifice.