I've had a tough time writing this September 11 post. Buildings -- as seen above -- rise from the ashes and in some ways the events of 2001 seem far more distant than fourteen years. But when the day arrives each year the memories come back, obscuring everything else. This was my first post about the day that changed all of our lives and my feelings have become more complex at I grow older. I am once again struck by the youth of those who were killed and that feeling grows each year. They are, and will continue to be, Forever Young.
When I walked out this morning the day was as bright and clear as September 11 fourteen years ago. While I gave thanks for a perfect late summer day I also realized how ephemeral such days and times are in our lives. I am grateful for all I have been given, and yet a part of me will always be with those who were not so fortunate fourteen years and two days ago. I am linking this post with my friends at Pink Saturday to commemorate those who went to work on a day such as this and did not return home that evening.
As ever, thanks for visiting. Wishing you and your families a day of peace and well-being.