Young4vr

I am trying to work, but images of that morning haunt me and still do great violence to my soul. The thought of children who lost their Daddies or Mommies, parents who lost their children, God’s children who lost siblings, friends, and associates . . . it all makes me sad. I think I am past the rage I once felt, but I am far from past the hurt, sorrow, and certainly not past remembering.

I saw a special on PBS the other night on the tower collapse from an engineering standpoint. The video seemed so surreal even now. But it is a reality; a part of our makeup. A part of our history. Its events must shape a part of who we are as a people and how we view the world. I am saddened when I think that my children will always live in a world deprived of the innocence we believed we had on 9.10.01

I hope we remember those who innocently gave their lives that day as a perhaps unwilling vicarious sacrifice on behalf of a nation targeted by hatred and a skewed world view. I hope we remember those first responders and others who willingly gave their efforts probably knowing they were risking their lives that day in attempts to save others. I hope we remember the resolve of those on the Pentagon-targeted plane. I hope we remember that the threat to our way of life and the desire to wipe out our nation and the Judeo-Christian traditions are as real today as they were on 9.10.01 I hope we remember the efforts and sacrifices of the men and women, fathers and mothers, children, friends, and brothers and sisters who have since fought in distant lands and here at home to secure our freedoms and protect us from further attack within our borders.

I know I am rambling. Sometimes, I just need to let it out, and crying at the office isn’t that cool anymore. I think it was OK on 9.11.01, though.