I've been thinking about the tenth anniversary of 9/11 over the last few days.
I'm like this.
I think about - and tend to dwell on - sad things. I watched a few clips and read stories on the internet. Family members reading the names of loved ones, stories of choices made which resulted in near misses and survivor guilt, and clips of how the day unfolded, ten years ago. And of course, how our lives and our world has changed since then.
It's weird actually, to feel so far away from it now in Hong Kong, but to have such vivid memories of that day, when we were still living in Madison. I remember sitting at home, on the couches we still have, with my good friend from La Follette. We usually went on after work to our second jobs at the mall, working in retail. But, the malls were closed, so we sat together, trying to make sense of it.
I came across a statement, I can't remember where, from a person who'd lost someone in 9/11. He said something along the lines of, it's been ten years, let's put this behind us and move on. It made me think. We must never ever forget, but we must heal.
I found two posts on blogs I read that I thought I'd share. One comes from The Sartorialist, who was living in NYC at the time the World Trade Center Towers fell. It reminds me how the pain, especially for those closest to it, is still very real and raw. You can read it here.
Then, I found this post, from Soule Mama, about her own memory of that day and the ten years since. I'll leave you with hers because for me, it reminds me that while tragedy exists, there is always hope. And, we do move on.