I woke up this morning in Mozambique.
It was just another morning.
Nothing special.
Except it is special.
It’s a day to remember.
The problem is… No one here remembers.
I sit in the back of the car wondering, contemplating… does today mean anything to anyone but us?
Thousands of people died 14 short years ago.
Do they remember?
We drive by the American embassy.
We want to go in to pay our respects.
The car doesn’t stop.
It just keeps rolling.
The day keeps rolling.
Nothing to stop it.
No one to stop and remember.
No one but us.
We remember.
We remember where we were.
We remember what we were doing.
We remember who we were with.
We remember everything.
We will always remember.
We will always pay our respects.
Those we lost will always be embedded in our memory no matter where we are.
Never forgotten.
Never lost.
We remember.
