As I am sure you do, I remember where I was the moment I heard about the attacks on 9/11.
I was sitting at my desk, working at an Oil & Gas company in West Texas. I was wearing a black skirt and blue cardigan. It was surreal, shocking, terrifying…but I’m not saying anything you don’t already know.
Hank and I were engaged, and with only 2 months left before our wedding, a selfish 18 year old me was most concerned that there would be a draft, that he would be sent to war, and would surely die before we got to be married.
I didn’t then quite understand the gravity of what happened that day, and while I’m not sure it will ever fully sink in, I do feel that I have a better understanding of grief, of mourning, of loss, and of tragedy now than I did 12 years ago.
To the best of my ability, I am trying to learn to look beyond the immediate emotional response in these situations, and see what more there may be beneath the surface.
Sometimes, no, sometimes these things never make sense.
But internal peace is possible. Comfort is possible. Restoration and healing is possible.
After the horror of the Sandy Hook tragedy last year I wrote a post that is dear to my heart. It came from the raw emotion of that terrible day, and while it was written specifically about the events at Sandy Hook, I believe that the core of it’s message is relevant for today, as we remember the tragedy of 9/11. As we honor those who were lost. And as we pray for justice for those responsible.
I hope it will bring comfort and clarity:
…a time to mourn…
live well. be well.
***We will never forget***