For the past several days there have been photos, articles, memes and memories of September 11, 2001. Each one pricks at my heart and brings the tears to my eyes. Each one is a jab at what happened to our country. I still feel anger and shock when I look at the pictures and read the articles. It will always be like that, I think.
This time of year everyone asks, “Where were you that morning?” or, “What were you doing when it happened?”
These two questions cause me to realize that this day, with all the grieving associated with it, gives me pause.
We were in San Diego, three hours behind the east coast. What was I doing when the planes hit the towers? Sleeping.
That morning I woke up. I woke up smiling. My baby was turning 18 that day. We were going to go to the DMV so she could get her drivers license. We were going to celebrate this young woman who was a freshman in college. We had dinner reservations with a friend of hers and her god-parents. It was going to be a great day, a day to celebrate this woman who was starting out on her great adventure of life.
We did do everything we planned that day, but, although it was a bright sunny day outdoors, we were glued to the television, watching events unfold. A depressing pall fell on everyone.
To this day, I feel conflicted on this day, I want to mourn what happened in our country, yet, I want to celebrate this person. To me, this day is a joyful day, it is the day my youngest was born. A day I celebrate daily in knowing she is in this world. She completed our little family. She has succeeded in so many areas of her life. She has given this world Little Man. She deserves to be celebrated for so many reasons.
A few years ago, another layer was added to this day. 18 years ago, our son-in-law, (Little Miss’s dad) received his first military I.D. card. This man has served this country faithfully and has loved his family.
So, this day is filled with emotions for me. Sadness, anger, pride, joy, hope. I guess, in thinking about those things, it is a good day. I will never forget, but the pride I have in my son-in-law and in my daughter will never die. And because of the reason for my pride, I have joy and hope for the future because I know great things will happen because my family is who they are.
Thanks for stopping by today, Cathi(DAF)