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It is not lost on me that yesterday was the seventh anniversary of the act of terrorism that brought the Twin Towers down,  crashed another plane into the Pentagon, and the plane that crashed into a field in Pennsylvania. I sat down, several times, to blog about it, but each time... words failed me. I felt overwhelmed with the enormity of the whole thing. I felt overwhelmed with the emotions that swirled around my heart for all of those lives lost, and lives ruined, on that fateful, terrible day.

I thought that maybe today might be different, and that I might I have something to say.

However, words still fail me. I still don't know how to say it. Perhaps I'm not a talented enough writer... maybe I don't know enough words. All I know is that a day and seven years later, my heart still breaks for those people and their families, and everyone who lost a friend or loved one in those terrible moments. It has nothing to do with politics or war or vengeance. Quite simply, my heart is a well of sorrow, and I feel it in every part of me, and if I could somehow make it better for someone else, I would.

It is my opinion that sometimes, there are really no words for something, and that maybe, this is one of those times.