The day it happened was like any other day in my house – I was up way too early contemplating the homeschool day ahead, my three year old, Jacob, running rampant somewhere in the house. I was tired as I sipped my coffee while I watched as much of the Today Show as I could before Jacob demanded my attention. I’m sure I was caught up in some chaotic sweep of thoughts about how little time I had to do the things I needed to do that day. I’m sure I was aggravated as my son yelled “Moooooomma!” from the other side of the house interrupting my too short moment of quiet each moment.
Then it happened. I stopped and stared at the TV unsure of what I was seeing as the first plane hit. I continued to watch as the drama unfolded and the reality of what was happening hit me. Suddenly, the things I was worried about seemed so trivial.
Today I remember those whose lives were and continue to be affected by 9/11 and the events that unfolded so horrifically before our eyes that day. I would never begin to equate any loss I have ever experienced with that of those who lost loved ones so unexpectedly that day.
I pray that some sense of peace enters their lives and comforts them though I know it will never end their suffering. I also pray that we, as Americans, continue to remember these families and celebrate their lives.
I leave you with a quote from one of my favorite authors:
“There are ways and ways of dying, and some of them leave you walking around.” – Anna Quindlen
God Bless America and those who died, both literally and figuratively in the 9/11 tragedy.