It’s already September 14th. September 11th came and went this year. Last Friday felt like a hard day, I had some personal things causing me anxiety, the day was rainy and it was THAT day, 8 years later and the sadness in the air added to my down mood. I teared up listening to my normal morning news cast. They mentioned how many people have died since then, first responders, cleanup crew, the people who were exposed to so much sadness and destruction. I drove by my local fire station and went over the bridge into Hartford and all the flags were at half-staff. Since Izzie was feeling sick and I was focusing on her, I didn’t watch the news in the morning before work. I didn’t look online at the list of the victims, like I normally do. I didn’t read about who they were, what they left behind. I didn’t even watch NBC nightly news, like I usually do on important historical days. I guess that’s it. It’s become an historic day in national and, hopefully, world history. It doesn’t feel as close anymore. We have a new President. We aren’t as afraid. But I don’t want to forget. I don’t want it to go by like it did on Friday. It changed everything, everyone. Next year I’ll have to make more of a conscious effort to remember, and never forget.
Inspiration . . .