That’s today. Yep.
A couple of my friends have blogged today about it, one asking why we should have to work on a day when everyone is remembering that day; another asking what an appropriate response/remembrance would be.
I don’t know the answers to either of those questions. I do know that as I was getting ready for work today, I remembered how in the days after September 11th, 2001 there was all of the talk about “If we don’t ____, the terrorists have won.” And the blank was filled with things like “go to work,” “shop for Christmas,” “continue living life as normal,” etc etc. It was like the American version of a stiff upper lip… we must continue on as if everything is okay and normal, otherwise THEY have won, and WE have lost.
Of course, the battlefield lines are not that clearly drawn anymore, and US and THEM is not as dichotomous as it used to be. Then again, six years ago I was a senior in college and even in those confusing and complicated post-9/11, pre-graduation days, things were still much simpler than they are now.
It’s been a hard couple of weeks, and I will just go ahead and admit that this year, 9/11 is sort of just the date to me. Dad has been in the hospital for more than two weeks, things have been very hard for Ryan, we adopted and then returned a puppy and felt so guilty and sad about it… it’s just been a time of major lows and not-so-high highs.
But I like to think that things are starting to look like September 12th… while everything is still fresh and my neck is stiff and sore and I just want to sleep off this emotional hangover, things are looking up. Dad may be getting out of the hospital tomorrow. Ryan is hoping for some good news. I know that the puppy will have a great home, even if it’s not with us.
Still… it’s kind of a chore wanting to get out of bed in the morning and get moving. Time will heal everything, even the things that we dare not forget.