We spent the rest of that day glued to the TV screen, watching scenes that would haunt our dreams and waking hours for a long time to come. We watched the TV screen to feel connected to a nation that was hurting and numb. We called our loved ones to hear their voices and make sure they were ok, even if they lived no where near NYC, DC or on flight 93. All of us woke the next day to a changed world.
This day, an amazing 10 years later, our hearts hurt once again for the families who lost their loved ones on that tragic day. Our hearts hurt for a world that is less trusting and more fearful. Today we cry fresh tears for old wounds.
In whatever way you choose to commemorate this day, whether by watching all the memorial coverage on TV, spending time with loved ones, or quietly sending up a prayer for our world, do remember the heroism shown that day, the coming together of communities across America, the collective tenderness we treated strangers with for the days following, the increased patriotism, the hundreds of thousands of men and women who serve our country everyday, and most especially, the souls that paid the ultimate sacrifice on this day, with their lives.
For the families, the firefighters, the rescue workers, those in the towers, pentagon, and planes, our nation, our world. |
1 comment:
Such a thoughtful post. Its going to be a hard day. Everyone take care of each other.
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