I really have a lot to say, but I’m a little too tired to say it all. Today was a very emotionally and mentally draining day.
The obvious need not be stated if you look at the date of this post. But I find it so incredibly hard to believe that it was 7 years ago (It’s also pretty amazing to me that more than half of the kids I walk by and/or hug every day weren’t even born on September 11, 2001)!! It all still seems so fresh. I guess it always will. Just like there are people in another generation who can tell you exactly what they were doing when JFK was assassinated, I’m sure I will always be able to recount with vivid detail, what I was doing when I heard about the attacks.
I just fear that it’s already becoming somewhat of a distant memory. Still fresh, yes, but I think the further we get from that day in 2001, the easier it is to become more and more apathetic. Right now, for instance, I’m sitting in my bed writing this post and I hear country music blaring across the street at the amphitheater. Earlier today, I met my husband at a restaurant after work, and it seemed like business as usual for everyone there. Life goes on.
I don’t like that. I’ve always had a big problem with it.
I went to bed extremely disturbed and sick to my stomach last night, which didn’t help to start my day on a very positive note. I didn’t sleep well. A darling little nine-year-old girl is in a medically-induced coma as of yesterday. It’s a long story, and I’m hesitant about going into details or even sharing the link to her online journal. It’s not really my place. But if you’re reading this, please say a prayer. God doesn’t need her name or the circumstances; He knows. But her family really needs prayers and support. I can’t imagine the agony.
Today was mostly overcast. For once, I appreciated that. I usually hate that kind of weather, but it was the one small thing that made it feel like life wasn’t just moving right along, like the fact that the pain surrounding today was recognized.