You are not forgotten

I often think about: How are they now? Because I still think of them. 

There is a big tragedy, a catastrophe, a trauma, an explosion, a bomb, and I want to know, how are they now? Because I still think of them.

The terrorist attack on 9/11. The bombing of the Boston Marathon. All of those injured. The coal miners that were trapped underground for months. All those inhaled toxins from 9/11. How are all of those people now? Because I still think of them.

I think about people. Individual people. I remember a girl who lost a leg in the bombing at the marathon and wonder: Does she have insurance, can she work, is she in chronic pain, does she have support, have people forgotten what she went through, does she feel like her life matters? Because it does. 

Every year on September 11th they put up commercials and signs saying We Will Not Forget. Because, no one ever will. I just always think, does that mean you will always remember not only those who lost lives, but those who were injured during that time? I want to know, do those people feel forgotten? Do the survivors feel forgotten? Do those injured that day feel forgotten? 

I don’t want anyone to feel forgotten. I want each individual that was wounded to know I don’t forget about you. I want the miners that were trapped to know, I still think about you and hope you are okay. I want individuals to know that the one day their world ended, and the next day the universe moved on, I still remember. 

The same can be applied to sexual assault. I still remember the woman in our town that was brutally raped on the side of the road while out jogging. I have no idea her name. It was years ago. But I wonder how she is now. I still think about her. From a large scale to a small scale that no one hears about that didn’t make it into the papers, every life matters. If a trauma has happened to you and no one even knows because you never told another soul, you still matter. 

It is not just that I wonder how they are now. It is that I still think of them. I still pray for them. They still matter to me. Because I know that one tragic day can last a lifetime. 

I haven’t forgotten. I think of the little girl that I saw on tv in the third world country discarded near a garbage can. I think of the families whose parents and grandparents were in the concentration camps and still remember the stories they were told of those they loved. I think of the little girl that I saw in an article who was forced to have her vagina sewed mostly closed because of the country she happened to be born in. Because they matter to me. 

It is not that I sit around everyday and think of negative things and the horrid atrocities that happen in our world. I simply believe that every single soul matters. And I don’t forget them. I hope for them. I wish for them. I pray for them. I hope they have healed. I pray they have long lasting support. I pray they are loved. 

I know what it feels like to have people forget. I know what it feels like to be abused and feel like it just doesn’t matter the day after, a month after, years after. I have no idea what it feels like to have a limb blown off in war, in an attack, or to have cancer because of trying to save people on 9/11. I don’t know how they felt a month after, years after, and now. I can imagine that everyone who has gone through a trauma whether they lived it, or lost someone in it, is affected on some level and always will be. That is normal. They matter to me. Each of of you matter to me. I will keep thinking of you and keep praying for you because I know how important it is to feel like you were not forgotten. 

12 thoughts on “You are not forgotten

  1. Time heals all wounds. I am from the Boston area and I made literally a split second decision of getting an early train home on the day of the bombing. If I had not got the train the next one would have been in 2 hours and I would have walked right up to where the bombings took place. We all have our experiences and we never do forget. We are here to tell and remind people about those events. I watch a lot of Law and Order Special Victims and this also goes for rape victims. It is horrible what they have to go through but they got through it and need to move on with their life afterwards. They will never forget but I bet you they would be one of the first people there for a person who was rapped cause they can relate. -Bruce

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    • You make wonderful points. Time moves forward and we heal but we do not forget. And with those memories we can help others. I am by no means healed and a LOT of time has gone by since my abuse but I have had steps forward and so many beautiful memories in between those bad times.
      Thanks again for your comment.

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  2. Thank you for sharing those thoughts. It is such a lovely thing to hear. This may be off track of what you are saying, but I often think about the people trapped in terrible situations such as prisoner of war, refugee or concentration camps or abusive personal situations and who died by suicide or by just giving up because they simply didn’t have enough external or internal resources to get through, and the people who are still alive but struggle on that tipping point every day. There seems to be such a cult built around success stories of overcoming adversity solely through personal strength that other factors are often overlooked or the people who don’t fit into that mould are forgotten.

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    • You summed it up way better than I did. Thank you so much for that comment. I truly appreciate it because wow it is true.
      It explains ME. I have not overcome abuse. I am struggling every single day. Every day is difficult in one way or another. I have had small victories and I appreciate them but I am in no means in the clear ! So thank you for validating those still in the struggle. I know you didn’t mean me in particular but for everyone who is still not ok. Thank you.

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  3. The only good thing to come out of childhood suffering is compassion for others. I see it in you, in my granddaughter, who has a mental illness, and I see it in me also. Every day is a struggle in some way or another when you have been through terrible trauma as a child. I need God every day, just to get through the day and have peace of mind.

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    • That is quite a profound question. I feel like I love others in the way that I wish I were loved through the trauma. When I was a little girl I felt loved by my mother. I felt she loved me more than anything. It ended up, she loved her pride more but that was not until my adult years and hearing the truth about the abuse. I don’t feel hate for the bad as much as I feel love for the victims. Is that what you were asking?

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