I wanted so badly to write about this upcoming anniversary. I am stunned, in a way, that it has been nine years. In other ways it seems like it has been nine times nine years. I sat down here tonight to get my feelings out about all of the hate and ignorance that I have been reading about in the news in the past few weeks: Koran burnings, mosque protests…just general ridiculousness. But the truth is, that stuff makes me tired and angry and really, what good does that do for me, or for anyone? My opinions of current events aside, I would like to think that Americans are smarter somehow, or better than they have shown the world this week. I don’t know why I expect that anymore, I just do. I feel like we should set a better example, that somehow we should be able to come together for the sake of goodness. I am so wrong. It embarrasses me, really.
I am finding that I can’t write about September 11, 2001. I just can’t put into words what that day was like for me or for my family – I wouldn’t dare begin to explain that. I would just hope that you would all spend a little time with your family this Saturday. I wish that you would take a moment or two to tell your family that you love them and that you appreciate them. Tell your children you love them. Call your father. Your mother. Your grandmother. Yes, even your in-laws. This is what I wish people would do to mark these anniversaries: instead of rehashing the past and watching streaming video of the terrible events of nine years ago – pick up the phone and call someone in your family. Take a few moments to think about what you would say to those people if it was the last time you could say anything to them.