There are things you don’t understand until you’re older.
Happiness so beyond measure you think your heart will burst. Pride in the (seemingly Herculian) feat that the obnoxious teenagers skulking about your house just a few years ago have actually turned into fine adults. Grief that never ends. It may fade like a low tide, but it will surge. Again and again.
Every fall, on what always seems to be a perfectly clear day, the wound reopens.
From a previous post:
This day always exposes the dark hole in all of us that believe in America.
Despite the sadness, and the blustery misdirection of politicos and media hounds, remember those who died this day at the hands of terrorist Islamists that our government now secretly embraces.
Georgia lost four sons that day:
- Claude Michael Gann of Roswell, whose tribute you can find here. Mike was recently remarried and attending a conference at Windows on the World.
- Major Stephen V. Long of Georgia, whose tributes you can find here and here. Already a war hero, he was at his post at the Pentagon when it was attacked.
- Maynard S. Spence Jr of Douglasville, whose tribute you can find here. He was on the 99th floor of the second tower.
- Harshad Sham Thatte of Norcross, whose Legacy page is here. He worked for the same company as Mr. Spence, Marsh & McLennan.
Last summer, I was privileged to visit the 9/11 Memorial in NYC. Read that post here.
Even in the bustle of the busy, busy city, it is a reverent place.
Never, ever forget.