In my lifetime there have been a few “where were you when” events: Challenger space shuttle, Oklahoma City bombing, and of course 9/11. Obviously, this year marks the ten year anniversary of that September day. My daughter was barely a month old at the time and I remember holding her tight and sobbing…for days.
There are long ago moments that you remember as if they were yesterday. That day was certainly one of them: the warm, sunny weather, and the quiet afterwards. The sound of an airplane became almost abnormal once flights resumed. And the way America, without a doubt, banded together.
Along with the 9/11 anniversary, Sunday is also my step-brother’s deployment date; a second tour, this time to Afghanistan. I don’t know that “luck” is the right word for my wishes for him and his troop (fellow kids, really), maybe strength? We definitely had a refresher course ten years ago that life is fragile; people went to work, to school, to rescue others and didn’t come home. Maybe those are my wishes for my step-brother…come home.
This weekend, find a moment to raise a glass to those we lost, take cookies to your local firehouse, and celebrate your loved ones still here.