Four years ago today.
I’ve been thinking a lot lately about how the world has changed, how I’ve changed since that day. The more I think about it, the more I see that so little has changed for me that it’s difficult to see any changes in the world, but I know they are there, I just have to dig deep and find them.
I don’t want to relive the events of that day again.
You can find last year’s post on 9/11 here.
Also, I wrote this on the one year anniversary of September 11th.
I don’t think we need any more backtracking than that.
As for today, here’s what I see: My children are growing older every single day. I don’t want them to, but there’s nothing I can do about that. I am growing wiser every single day. I’m remembering the lessons of my childhood and the things that my grandmother taught me, and the things that my parents taught me, and they all make sense now. It never makes sense when you know everything, but when you’re not so sure anymore, it’s good to fall back on advice from people who have never done anything, except care about you.
The world, it honestly hasn’t changed much. I am sure that Justus would argue this point, but the truth of the matter is, people are still people. There are still liberals and conservatives and finger pointers to lay blame. Perhaps the political scope has changed, but already, we are forgetting what made September 11th both the saddest and the most amazing day in American history. We’re forgetting that on that day, we all rose from the background, and we did it together, holding each other’s hands.