Today is not a day
to think of one voice,
one face,
one story.
It is a day for all of them—
for every name etched in stone,
for every call that never came through,
for every goodbye that was too late.
It is for those who were lost,
and for those who carry the loss still.
For the ones who felt fear rise,
sorrow deepen,
compassion stir,
remorse settle in their chest
for what they could not stop,
what they could not change,
what they could not save.
It is a day for standing still,
for letting memory speak
in the silence that follows.
Today, we remember.
All of it.
All of them.
And we promise—
we will not forget.
The Writings of Felina Silver 
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