I WILL NOT FORGET

He's never known a pre 9/11 world.

My grandson was born in the year 2002.

And yet, he's still young enough to not know of the threat that we still face.

I don't hate anyone.

But I still don't trust. Some want to call that bigotry. That still just under the surface I do not trust Islamists.

If I am suspicious of people that belong to a faith that wishes to wipe Israel off the face of the earth, if I'm suspicious of people that plotted to kill thousands of people doing nothing more than going to work in the morning in a very tall building, if I still believe they would do it again and pray to Allah to make it worse than 9/11 and that makes me a bigot, then so be it.

Everyone grieves differently. I learned that horrible reality after my father's death.

On the anniversary of 9/11 my grief is only assuaged by wallowing in deep, white hot anger.

My grief is not right or wrong, your grief is not right or wrong. It just IS.

Some refuse to relive it. That's how they must deal with it.

For me, I must wrap myself in the memory. I have to spend time feeling it all I've again. I do not know why. It's just my way of handling it.

When I think about 9/11, I have absolutely no doubt that Satan lives today. And he breeds the hatred that inspired these evil men.

What frightens me more than that horrible day is the insistence from so many today that we are bigots if we believe the Islamic extremists are no longer a threat. That we are to turn our backs on the very people that wield box cutters so they can slice our throats again.

No, of course they do not want to harm us. No reason to think it could happen again tomorrow.

Are we safer? Probably not by much.