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I’d like to date the hell out of someone right now.
I actually wrote this piece for my blog on September 11, 2012 (exactly one year after the events of 9/11/01). But now a dozen years after writing it, the message is still appropriate for today, so I thought I’d re-blog it. One thing I would like to get better at doing is living each day as if it is the last. The present is all we’re ever guaranteed anyway.
Let Freedom Ring
09-11-2002 - 7:53 am
It’s the anniversary of That Day. You know, the one where everything we knew of security as American citizens changed in the blinking of an eye? We’ll never be the same. But we can remember.
At work today, instead of wearing the traditional uniform colors, we’re allowed to wear red, white & blue in honor of America and all that it stands for. We’ll have a moment of silence at 10:29 a.m. — the time when the 2nd tower fell. All of it seems so removed from Ground Zero, but yet so interconnected to things that people across the country will be doing everywhere.
As I look around my cluttered bedroom, I find that if I were to die today, there would be so many pieces for my family and friends to pick up (literally and figuratively). But so many of these things represent who I am and my hopes and dreams and personality. When I think of all those who died on September 11th last year, I try to imagine just how many families were left to sort through the pieces left behind, when in their mind, they weren’t even sure their loved one had perished or not in those early days. Reminders everywhere. What would I do? What would YOU do?
On my desk, I have all sorts of pieces. I’ve got my dream interpretation book, photographs, diaries, books, a Cinderella snowglobe paperweight and…ironically, two white pillar candles. Twin towers of peace idealized. I’ve never burned them. I have never thought of the symbolism until today. I think tonight I will light these candles in remembrance.
My room is where I spent most of 9-11 last year. I didn’t want to turn the television off, for I feared there would be more bad news throughout the rest of the day, the rest of the night, the rest of that week, and still, I fear more bad news. But it’s not going to be that way tonight. I’m going to go about my life freely. No extraneous television. The victims of 9-11 wouldn’t want life to stop this day. Bankers and mailmen don’t need another holiday. September 11th is an anniversary, but it is not a holiday. It is not a day to fear. It is a day to be strong and remember.
It’s still hard to believe it’s been a full year. In that time, I thought we’d see one of two things: the end of the world or absolute revenge. But so far…it’s an eerie calm that has prevailed.
I don’t know what I expect. It’s hard to know, when nothing like this has ever happened before. It’s difficult when you factor in that it only took a matter of moments for life as we knew it in America to change forever. It’s like a wound that will never completely heal. But it does, in many ways make the collective whole stronger.
Now, more than ever, I live my life for today. Tomorrow is uncertain, but I shall not live in fear of what may come to pass.
To the heroes of 9-11-01, I salute you. To the victims of 9-11-01, rest in peace. To every American, let freedom ring.
Only three things made me ache with sadness today as I walked alone: 1) the sure signs of autumn all around me, 2) twilight stealing over the day, 3) he was not here to walk beside me.
Three things gave me the slightest comfort: 1) there is a season, 2) there is a time, 3) there is a reason.
It’s been so strange the past two mornings, waking up in Montana. My first instinct/habit is to feel around in the bed for my poodle Allegra. When I can’t find her, I jolt from groggy to completely awake in a panic and I find myself thinking, “Wait! Where am I!?!”
After a few seconds pass, I realize that I am, in fact in the house where I grew up, in the very bedroom that was once mine and is now a guest room. I am a guest in my old life. It is such a comfortable sort of foreign.
I knew that when the plane was taking off from Boston that it was now my home, for better or for worse. And that no matter what happens or how difficult it has been, I have now found a way to make it work and I will see my commitment through until I know 100% in my heart that it is time to move on.
But for now, I’ve got a beautiful Montana Labor Day stretching before me and so many people to see and things to do! Stay tuned for more vacation updates and the continued adventures of Ange….
Themes: Media, reading, writing, music, movies, television, nature, relationships, travel, humor & spirituality.
Motifs: Moulin Rouge, nautical, dogs, Montana, New England.
Dedicated to the old souls, lovers, dreamers, thinkers and wishers of the world.
May the world be filled with light and laughter wherever you may go.