I've read many touching posts today remembering September 11. Wendy's is particularly poignant. I too remember the horror and anger and endless sadness of that day - of this day. I remember knowing that OUR world, America's world, was changed forever and wondering what was next. I remember feeling the unity of our nation as we mourned and as we looked ahead; surrounded by the spirit of patiotism. Today I feel very much alone.
Today my mom has been gone from me for six months. I am not one to dwell on the day my mother died - I celebrate her life, not her death. With everywhere I turn focused so much on today's date it's hard to believe that it has been six months; so long, but such a blur.
Little things still hit me sideways, like buying new shoes for my kids and realizing that we can't "go show Grammy." Or wanting an opinion on something before I decide. Or even finishing a crafting project without my mom to show it to. I haven't finished many things lately - Oh I've started, but somehow finishing just doesn't come as easily these days; it will always be changed.
So I've had a difficult day all around. My prayers are with those in harm's way and those who suffer loss or hardship. My freedom and eternal grattitude are owed to such and I am truly blessed and proud to be an American.
Things I love about my country:
My gift of choice, to say what I want, live where I want, worship whom I want, work if I want, and follow the leaders I choose.
My Flag, and ALL that it stands for and the price at which that comes
Things I love about my Mom:
Her Generosity, and the spirit of giving that outlives her.
Her Words, that I hear in my head and heart and in my children's prayers.
I wish I had a better picture to share, but this is one she would love of her with Anna Christmas 2001. She loved my babies so!
Mom I miss you!
Being so vulnerable is difficult for me at best, especially to those I know personally, but I know I can share with you. Thank you for indulging me and for supporting me.
I'll keep you posted!