This is a day that’s not unlike that other one twelve years ago.
Hot, sun shining, fluffy clouds floating across a clear blue sky.
Even though I live in Michigan, I was affected. I IMed my friend in NYC until communications were scrambled. Friends were lost, friends of friends, one a pilot of one of the planes. The news reports were gripping. We were glued to the TV.
And then a week of relative silence, no planes overhead, people hoping against the odds, contemplating the whisper that is our lives. Mourning. Praying. Holding our loved ones a little closer.
I looked at the coverage today for a hot minute. I care, and I cry, and I have to step away from the screen. You can’t do anything with evil and destruction except for take the ash and create something positive and good.
As in Rise from the Ashes