Ten Years After

Five years ago, I reminisced about where I was, what I did, what I thought, on that terrible, horrible, no-good, very bad day.

There’s not much to add to that.

Little Brother’s teacher talked to his class yesterday about 9/11.  Most of those kids, like Little Brother, had not yet been born, and they came into a world that was forever changed and defined by that day.  Little Brother has been “processing” this lesson for the past two days.  Every now and again he approaches me and mentions something his teacher said.  Then we talk about it some more.  It’s been good, to do that.

Tomorrow I will be at a rehearsal with Little Brother and Middle Sister, who’s the stagehand for this play.  The plan is to rehearse from 1 to 4 and then take a break to go to the park next door to the theatre for a 9/11 memorial ceremony.  After that, potluck supper and more rehearsal.

It’s good that we should pause in our day, to remember.

We’re blessed to be able to do that.  We’re blessed to be free to do that.  We’re blessed to be alive to do that.

For those who gave their lives that day, and for those who have given their lives over the past 10 years to fight for freedom, I pray:  Eternal rest grant unto them, O Lord, and may perpetual light shine upon them.  May they rest in peace, and may the souls of the faithful departed, through the mercy of God, rest in peace.

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  1. We watched some special on TV last night about 9/11 and I bawled my eyes out. It caught me by surprise actually, but I couldn't help it.What a day. My oldest was about 6 weeks old–the only one of my seven children that was born into a pre-September 11 world.It's surreal to even think about it.

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