I have been away for a while, honestly, enjoying some time with my children, not caring enough to share. Selfish, heh, maybe, but hey, this is my blog!
And then there is today, as I sit here at my desk with a knot in my stomach true sadness in my heart and know that writing will help.
On this day, eight years ago, I had dropped Schmoogie off at Gram's and was on my way to my office. Rockin to the tunes, singing out loud, cuz no one was listening, when just like that, the music turned to somber news of confusion and illogical chaos.
As I listened in disbelief, I continued my commute. Arriving to my office was strange, as those who made it there just moments before me scurried me to the radio, where we stood in a circle, listening. At the time, we weren't at all sure what we were listening to, and had no idea the magnitude of what was actually happening.
Little did we know that we were experiencing history, like none other that we had been alive to witness.
I cannot relive the terror I felt in my heart that day as we heard that people were jumping to their deaths, that the terrorists actually sacrificed themselves in the name of God, to torment Americans and for what?
After the smoke began to clear, and the real effects of that tragic morn actually began to sink in, I remember the solidarity that followed. You couldn't go anywhere without seeing an American Flag. People were kinder. We took turns easier. We looked out for one another, without reserve. This country turned into one big family for months to come following such crisis. You felt that strangers were no longer strange, but instead they were kind, gentle, neighbors. I wish we could always live that way, without having to live through a tragedy first. This country was different, it was changed forever.
Today, I remember those who perished for no reason, and those who continue to fight for our country, so those who perished did not do so in vein.
God Bless America today, and everyday.
Peace....for real.
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