It’s September 12. The day after…
We all can remember exactly where we were when the towers were hit. And I am sure you took a moment, just like I did, to say a prayer for the victims, their families and the country. Some days just take us automatically to a routine of remembering. We all have them.
Today is one of those days for me. If John were here we would have celebrated 26 years of marriage. You know what’s disappointing? I probably won’t ever get close to that. Even if I find that special someone again.
Today I remember that day back in Dallas, and all those people who came together for that moment in time. I think about who is still in our life, and who isn’t.
I recall John’s nervousness. He confessed later they he had put his pants on over his swimsuit. He had been hanging out at the pool with his Dad all day. At least they were dry!
I think about how young and naive we were, yet how ready we seemed. I wouldn’t change any of it, even if I could. We made a vow and stuck to it. Little did I know that the death do us part would come so soon.
Sometimes the routine of remembering makes us smile and sometimes it makes us cry. Today, it will do a bit of both for me.