....And I Cried

Last night as I was going to bed I turned on CNN. That is when they said that the President was going to make a speech. What, why would the President make a speech at 10:30 at night? What happened? Oh great. I started to feel that sense of impending doom and was actually a bit nervous. Finally, Wolf Blitzer let the world know what had happened and it was then that I started to cry.

I couldn't figure out why I was crying. I remembered that day 10 years ago very well. I was a mom to a 3 week old and a 12 month old. My 3 week old had colic and had been crying since the moment he was born. My mother had left the day before to go home and I was in my living room with my 22 year old sister in law watching the events unfold. It seemed like I stood there for hours watching not able to process the what's or why's...just glued to the TV. I listened to people tell their story. People knew someone who had died, who was supposed to get on the plane in Boston and didn't. People who had cousins and dads and moms and kids now without dads and moms. It was all overwhelming, but as time went on we moved on. I still remembered it every year on the anniversary. I felt sad for the soldiers who were in harms way because of these events, but it did not cross my mind every day.

Last night though it all came back. I cried for the heroism of the Navy Seals and all of our troops. I worried about an acquaintance whose husband is a Seal and wondered if he was okay. I cried for the families who had lost husbands, moms, dads, daughters and sons and I think that I cried for not remembering these people more often. I was emotional and even shed some tears tonight while watching the news.

So maybe no matter what your politics we can do a better job of just remembering the tragedy. A better job of praying for those in harms way and being thankful for all that we have everyday.