Thursday, September 11, 2014

Not a Draft

I hate this day. Every year I struggle between facing my memories or keeping them locked away.

On the 10th anniversary I wrote a very good blog post. It really tells what I want it to. Every year on this day, I attempt to blog. Looking back, I've started a post on September 11th for the past 3 years that I can never make it through to post. I will try to recap today my past and present feelings.

The numbers "9/11" said together in any context gives me chills. A brief memory of the tragedy. Those numbers only mean one thing to me. Today marks the 13th anniversary. Thirteen years ago today is just as vivid as the month it happened. I still get emotional thinking about it.

This morning, as with most mornings, I innocently got in my car and tuned in to the Milwaukee NPR radio station. Within minutes I had tears running down my eyes. NPR was playing stories of loved ones who lost someone that day. The stories are just unimaginably heart-breaking. I don't want to think about it.

Time is moving so quickly.

I was in 6th grade when the twin towers were attacked and there are now 6 graders who weren't even born then. I've told you my connections, my memories, my experiences, so there is not much new you can learn from me. I just find it interesting to learn more about the events that took place 13 years ago and how much is different and the same.

The kids who lost parents, grandparents, siblings, cousins, aunts/uncles in the terrorist attack are now likely in their twenty's or close to it. It is weird to think. The two looming bright lights that lead to heaven at this time of the year probably don't help erase the horrific memories of many people. We did not even take a moment to be silent at work today, and there was no mention of the accounts by any of my coworkers.

As I grow up, I meet more and more people from around the world. It helps me realize how blessed we are. I have had foreign friends tell me stories of having to move because of war. Our own citizens are being tortured by foreign enemies- terrorist (ISIS). Gaza has virtually been flattened this year because of war and that's only the beginning.

There is nothing good about war. I'm just thankful our government seems to provide fairly decent protection. I hope that doesn't change.

My prayers are with the loved ones still struggling.

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