10 years.
When I was in school, I can remember learning about the assassination of John F. Kennedy. I can remember all the kids in school talking about where their grandparents and in some case parents were when this terrible tragedy happened.
I sit here and think, someday, Dexter will be in school, learning about September 11, 2001. He will ask my husband and I if we remember where we were when this tragedy occurred. I'll tell him. He should know. He'll never know, but he should know.
More than where I was or what I was doing, I remember the emotion of that day.
Fear. Sadness. Confusion. Helplessness.
I wish I could protect my children from the sadness in the world. I hugged and loved my family extra hard today.
There are no words to comfort those who have lost so much.
10 years.
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