Friday, September 11, 2009

The Only Thing

Eating didn't feel right, working didn't feel right, shopping didn't feel right, cleaning didn't feel right, talking didn't feel right either. The only thing that felt right was to sit together, silent but together with friends or strangers, it didn't matter, as long as we were together.
Today, eating breakfast with my children, I searched for a way to explain what this day meant without scaring their tender minds and I could hardly talk for the tears waiting just below the surface. In the end I told them that today was to honor all the brave firefighters and policemen who ran towards instead of away, all the people who helped others down crowded stairs when they could have rushed by, men who attacked attackers so a plane wouldn't hit it's intended target. The solidarity of a people when you get down to what really matters. Americans, the only thing that day.


Kristin said...

Beautiful. Well said.

Heather said...

Beautifully put. I suppose that all of that witnessed, all of us that sat and cried and felt and despaired. We will all remember the moment we heard or saw or cried.

Alyson said...

I remember those feelings. What a beautiful way that you are helping your children to understand what an important day 9/11 is. Love you friend!