My blogs are my sometimes skewed vision of life. No matter what occurs, upon reflection, my eyes are drawn to some humor in any and every event. Not today.
As do most Americans, we remember what we were doing, and where we were when the planes, one right after the other, struck the towers. Everyone that died that day was our husband, mother, brother, father, sister, son, daughter, lover, friend.
Those who were snatched away, unaware, by those two planes plowing into the towers, the plane at the pentagon, and the plane in that lonely field in Pennsylvania, were victims and heroes of a war they didn’t know they were engaged in. The Fireman, Policeman, EMT, the first responders, all heroes, rushing into the jaws of death to save at least one more life. The passengers and crew on the aircraft heading to Washington DC, they made a conscious decision to wrest the plane from the terrorists, and sacrifice their own lives, to save strangers on the ground. Heroes all. The face of heroism is ever-changing, but not the hero’s heart and soul.
Today, I spent part of this Sunday, September 11, 2011, glued to the television as witness to the grief of those who lost loved ones. How could I not. Their grief is ours. The beautiful memorial reflection pools flow with the tears of the heavy hearts of us all.
Today I just wanted to share my feelings, and join others to sing our song of praise for all those who fell on September 11, 2001, for those who fight each and every day, and for those who fought in past wars for The United States of America. God Bless them, God Bless Us, and God Bless America.