11 September 2012


Here we are, another September 11.  Another beautiful, early fall day, when the sun is shining, and the world is full of possibilities.  But the date is now not just a date, but important for what and who it represents.  Anyone who was at the age of reason that day remembers it, the same as those who lived during the bombing of Pearl Harbor.  Even if you didn't lose someone in your family, you stop for at least a few seconds each year on this day to think about it.

There is nothing wrong with remembering. Just as there is nothing wrong with moving on.  Those of us still here, those of us living, should never feel guilty about it, but instead realize that the dear ones lost would not want us to be sad or static forever.   Because it is against everything that love is to stay in one spot, never ever letting time change, or change us.

In one of the stars, I shall be living,
In one of them, I shall be laughing.
And so it will be as if all the stars were laughing when you look
 at the sky at night.
-- Antoine St. Exupery, The Little Prince


Lorette said...

Thanks for posting this, Bridget. That was one of those days that changed my life in many ways, but mostly in that I try not to take my loved ones for granted. My sweetie and I say "I love you" at even the briefest departure, since we can't imagine how awful it would be to be grinching about something trivial and have your loved one never come home again.

Mereknits said...

Beautiful post today, you said it perfectly.

Marie said...

Very nice.

kathy b said...

I honor the day and all those lost.