9.11.2013

#neverforget

Today I feel old.

 I think I feel this way because of the unspeakable gray cloud that is hanging over our hearts and minds this September 11th. Every year this day comes as a sickening reminder that we aren't as safe as we once thought. Every year we are reminded to #neverforget. Even though I can honestly admit that the other 365 days of the year, I put the 9/11 thoughts out of my mind and I indeed, do forget.

I hate admitting that out loud but it's true.

Life gets busy, and we all get so involved in our everyday happenings that I forget a lot of things. Most of them menial, but this, this is serious stuff that I should be remembering; like counting my blessings for the mere fact that I am alive to enjoy one more day with my loved ones. And realizing that there are wives, husbands, moms, dads and even children who do not have that luxury, because of this particular day in September.

All of those people went to work and never came home. 

Back in 2001 I was unable to comprehend the immense damage of the situation. As a freckle faced sophomore in high school, who happened to stay home that day sick with strep throat, I couldn't see past my own little local world. We lived near an air force base, and we heard the sonic booms as the fighter jets went to meet Air Force One. "Where we next for attack"? The answer for us was no, but all Americans we were robbed of their innocence that day. Children in school were watching the coverage, and learning of the destruction. My parents, who had grown up in a safe country until this point were glued to the TV bewildered at the sights that they were seeing. We all knew that much like the assassination of president JFK, we would all remember exactly where we were at that moment. When the world stopped, and all eyes were on New York.

And they didn't disappoint. Heroes came out of the wood work, fire fighters and police officers risked their lives, many of them lost for the cause, that city emerged stronger than ever, because New York is tough and they don't take any crap from anybody. With their positive stride and tough accents New York has shown the world their strength these last 12 years, and I'm proud as hell that they are my fellow Americans.

So as I  spend the day in my little corner of America, hanging out in our jammies, playing and cuddling with my boys, I tip my hat to those in New York who have shown us how to believe, remember and honor those who have lost their lives in our fight for freedom.

Because we can Never Ever Forget 09/11/2001.






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