|The Twin Towers (Photo credit below.)|
That’s all it took.
“Mom, tomorrow is September 11.”
Five words. Nothing else needed.
I could never forget the importance of September 11, 2001. I immediately recalled where I was the day of the attacks, how I found out and how I felt. I didn’t know anyone personally who died on September 11, but it affected me greatly.
Misty eyed, I sat down to write this blog.
Let me just stress that I don’t feel I can adequately comprehend the pain and suffering of those who lost someone that day, because I myself did not lose someone. This inadequacy makes me hesitant to talk about September 11, but I couldn’t ignore the day just because I worry I may not sufficiently capture how monumentally it touched me.
I live in Alabama but on that day I was there in spirit with those who live in New York and all those countless people who lost their loved ones. I lose track of the date sometimes, because life is so busy and seems to march on, even in the aftermath of devastation. Yet all it takes is someone saying two words―September 11, and I remember―
The heart wrenching sadness.
The phone calls.
The Twin Towers.
The everyday heroes.
Going home to my family and holding them closer and tighter.
I cannot speak for anyone else, but I can speak for me. I will never forget. Life may march on but it marches a little differently, doesn't it.
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I wish for a wonderful today and an even better tomorrow, and I hope this day finds healing for all who have lost and all who have found or struggle to find the courage and the strength to pick themselves up, put one foot in front of the other and join back in the march of life. Keep walking my friends!