I wanted to re-post this card from last May. It was not made with any occasion in mind, but it seems to be appropriate for today, the 8th anniversary of the 9/11 terrorist attacks.
Although this is not a serious or controversial blog, it IS a personal journal of sorts, and I can't let the day go by without pausing for a moment to remember that day and thank God I didn't lose any loved ones. I was in London with my oldest nephew (for his high school graduation trip) when we started to hear that something had happened - via talk on the street, a canceled performance (because it was USA-related), and an eerie photo of a single WTC tower with smoke pouring from it. It wasn't until we returned to our hotel later that day that the whole shocking series of events was played on TV before our uncomprehending eyes. We had several days left of our vacation, so the delayed flights home didn't affect us. In fact, we flew home the first day planes were allowed to fly in London. When we landed in Pittsburgh, the passengers gave the pilots a round of applause and we were greeted by airport personnel as if WE had done something heroic.
And maybe we had. We got on those first planes and returned to our homes and lived our lives, because that's what the living must do to honor the departed.
If you have any thoughts or memories of that day, please feel free to share them here.