17 years ago, One of my friends went to breakfast....and never came home. Instead, I, and the world, got to see her murdered on national TV. She and her parents were dining at Window of the World restaurant for breakfast on 9/11/01. At 8:46 am, their lives were over. I do not know if they died earlier or later, at what point during the 102 minute ordeal until the North Tower fell that they drew their last breath, but at 10:28, the building collapsed. I hope and pray that they didn't suffer, that none of those trapped above the plane did. For 102 minutes, they were in literal hell on earth.

And I, every year, weep at this loss.

I am so angry that this happened. Yes, I have had other losses and death. Other people have left, sometimes painfully. But this wound, this still feels too raw, to wide a gaping hole to ever close.

Everyone deals with this day in their own way. 17 years later, for some, it is the echo of a nightmare. It happened, but it's over. Other's struggle with to cope, to put lives back together after they were cruelly crushed that morning.

But regardless of how we deal, we still, everyone the world over, saw almost 3000 people get murdered.

I weep, and I rage. And yet for all this, I can do nothing. I will never be able to hear or see her again.

I miss you Star. I miss you so so damn much. You just went to have breakfast. You didn't deserve this. No one did.

It was just supposed to be breakfast with your parents.

It was just supposed to be breakfast.....