I Remember…I Remember…I Remember…

You know I remember the day I heard the news of Aaliyah’s death, it was just a normal day like anyother, I wasn’t doing anything special. I was 13years old at the time and she was 22years old.

I remember I was in Maths class when I heard about the Twin Towers being crashed into by terrorists.

I remember, exactly what I was wearing when I heard the news of my friends Victor and Bukki’s deaths.

I remember what I was eating when I heard about the untimely murder of Bob, a school mate.

I remember the beat of my heart when I answered the phone call that announced the death of my uncle.

I remember the distinct smell and sensations I felt when I was told of my Father’s death.

I remember the PAIN, the NUMBNESS, the UNCERTAINTY, the ANGER, the ANXIETY, the FEAR.

But now I ask myself: HAVE I REMEMBERED TO LIVE?