I was originally going to post the first part of my vacation recap today.
But it just didn’t feel right.
I’m not going to sit here and reminisce about where I was 11 years ago today or how the world has changed since then. I don’t have anything deep or meaningful to say.
At some point, September 11th will pass on the calendar the way that December 7th does. With a brief thought of “Oh yeah, today is the day Pearl Harbor was attacked.” But maybe that’s because it happened two generations ago. I’ve never asked my grandparents if the date resonates with them from year to year. But we then again, we don’t refer to the attack on Pearl Harbor as “December 7.”
Maybe it’s because it was such a crucial time in my life that it resonates with me. Maybe it’s because the weeks after were such moments of intense patriotism and pride in our country, feelings that seem largely lost in our current political climate. Maybe it’s because while we seem healed as a nation, the scars still ache from time to time.
While I don’t have anything important to say, I just couldn’t let the day pass without saying something. And tomorrow, we go on.
