It’s odd for me to think that 9/11 is becoming a fragmented piece of history like Pearl Harbor. Generations have been born in the last decade that only recall the date through history books and stories of their parents and grandparents. I realize that one day it’ll only become a vague memory of a date, as is 12/7/41.
There are those of us that remember. We remember the morning we woke up to what seemed like a dream, when we stood watching in fear as something unimaginable occurred to our people. Some of us received haunting phone calls that would scar our memories for life, friends and relatives in the wake of the aftermath calling for hope. Every day on this day I hear my aunt’s voice screaming in my ear from the center of it all and how my knees buckled under the weight of knowing she was all at once alive and knowing the terror in her soul as she held hands with her husband and watched the world crumble. A poignant piece of my history.
Though things begin to replace the haunting, children are born and better days come. We rise up from the debris and move forward all at once, the day becomes a day when you hold your family a little closer, you become a little more thankful and a little more proud of the country you stand your ground on every day.
Today is actually my eldest sisters birthday. With this entire election going on and the confusion and headache of where our country is going during a bad economy and so many without jobs and now we’re resting on the day when everything began, I look to her birthday as a beacon of sunshine. She’s a beautiful person, a heart with such enormity that it could take in all the lost and lonely people of the world without even cracking. I know it must be hard for her, to have a birthday on a day when the world mourns, but she’s just the kind of person that is capable of setting aside herself for everyone else. I love her deeply.
Some light candles for loss, some light candles for the blessing of life. We equal out the terror with joy, the sorrow with happiness; the darkness with the light of another day. These are things my big sister taught me.
However you spend the day today, whether in remorse or celebration of another’s life, remember that it is not just another number on the calendar. It is a significant day in our history, a day we do not take for-granted for the lessons it has taught us. Be thankful today for your life, for the lives of your children and your families, be thankful for your neighbors and your friends and your faith. Hold tight to the memory, not of what had fallen on this day eleven years ago, but what rose from it.
Many wishes to my big sister who taught me so many important things in life, the most important being to never forget to hold tight to yourself what is dear to you. That even in loss there is beauty, even in heartache there is love.