Yep. Still have a rough time with 9/11. The word indelible comes to mind to describe the memories. In some ways, I am glad I can’t forget. I never want to take for granted what I have. I’m glad I can’t forget the sacrifices other make, or are willing to make in defense of life and freedom.
I stayed home from work as usual. And left the tv off….I really wanted as much silence as possible. Instead of staying home at night, I went with some friends to an Irish pub as a friend of theirs was playing and having his CD release party tonight. I was okay. Until he then started talking about 9/11, and why he chose tonight to have his CD release party, and played a song specifically related to that, and the Katrina disaster. I definitely was tearing up on the inside…and it was all I could do to hold it in.
The night went on, and I was okay mostly. Just very melancholy.
So, since it’s a beautiful night. I’m sitting on my patio, raising a glass to first all of those that perished 8 years ago. And raising a second glass to the bravest and finest that ran in without a second thought while everyone was running out.
Yes, I know. I’m sure no one is shocked to hear any of this from me.
