Many conflicts of emotion today. Before 9/11 became 9/11, September 11th was my father's birthday. It was the day I was wanting Olivia to be born but instead she came on the 10th, my brother James's birthday. My father passed away in 1998, 12 yrs ago this coming Thanksgiving (28th).
My dad instilled in me a great love and reverence for country and state. He, among many others that do so currently, put his life on hold and on the line so that I could enjoy the blessings of freedom today. I sit here in a crowded, messy family room - watching a football game on TV. I have internet, wireless internet, cable, computers, pets, food on the table, jobs for my husband and I, and a roof over our head. Many people in the United States alone do not have those blessings or priviledges, let alone the world.
Nine years ago today I was working in my office, a kindergartner in the other room watching TV, and a one yr old in a walker with her brother. My husband calls and tells me to turn on the TV and wants to know if they are giving any more information from the rumors going around. I walked in, took the remote from my son and have never been the same. As I sat down, I simply could not stand anymore, my 5 yr old wanted to know why I was crying. To him, he thought I was watching a movie and it was a "cool" effect...than I told him it wasn't and that there were real people in those buildings that would not have had time to get out. I'm not sure what his little understanding made of that but it definately made an impact. I don't need to watch the documentary of it on the History channel but I think I will have my kids watch it after the Utes game. I say I don't need to watch it simply because it's burned into my brain, into my heart, and into my emotional being. We can't take the pain away, the loss, or the damage done to millions of families not just in the United States but from other countries as well. American's were not the only ones killed that day, but it was an attack on American soil...directed straight at the American people.
I was happy to see a street full of flags as I drove to my sisters today. I was saddened that not ALL streets and houses had flags flying. Yes the war on terrorism has lasted nine long years, but can we honestly say that it will ever end? Our rights and priveledges that our brave men and women leave their families to protect and that brothers, fathers, sons, and husbands have protected from the first time they landed on North American soil....they give us the right to criticize them and our government. Kind of an aximoronic thing isn't it?
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