Sunday, September 11, 2011

Now, where was I? Oh yeah.

I think the terrorist attacks of 9/11 are for my generation "the event we all remember" like the assassination of JFK was for my parents and the Pearl Harbor attack for my grandparents. You remember where you were, how you felt, and you think, "What now?" and "Life isn't going to be the same after this."

And it isn't, but it is.

We still go on living. Some of the particulars of "how" may change, but we still try to pay the bills, we still try to go on. Some things get worse, some things get better. As time passes, the significance of the actual event starts to recede.

Ask kids today about Pearl Harbor. Most will go, "huh?". President Roosevelt said that that day would "forever live in infamy". But does anyone who wasn't alive back when that happen memorialize it? No.

There are plenty of people that witnessed the JFK assassination but we don't hear about any memorials for him anymore really.

Today we'll memorialize the 9/11 attacks, the tenth anniversary. And so we should, because those attacks weren't on a militarily strategic target, nor was it an assassination attempt on a prominent political figure. It was a cowardly attack on thousands of civilians who were just trying to make a living, trying to take care of their families, just doing what most people do. We will mourn with those whose family members lost their lives that day and in the days afterward. We'll think about our own families, and hopefully, rededicate ourselves to providing for them the best we can. We'll thank God for what we have.

Many years from now, the wounds will finally heal, the scars won't be so painful, and life will go on.

Thank heaven it does.

3 comments:

going gordon said...

I enjoyed this post and it was interesting to find you. I actually saw your review of Hunger Games on Goodreads and recognized you name from my sister's blog (An Unexpected Life). Its a small world (on the web). Nice to 'meet' you. :)

Lourie said...

We saw a special on this last night. It was all very raw stuff--of the actual day and events that followed. Uncut. It made my daughter cry. I felt a little bad. But I also felt it was good for her to see it. What a horrible thing that was. She was just three when it happened. Almost four. After seeing what she saw last night, she will probably never feel the same way about it. It was very hard for me to watch. The memorial is beautiful. And the symbolism of tears cried is too. And your observations are spot on.

Pam said...

Wouldn't it be nice to cry for happy reasons instead of negative ones? Will that time ever come?