I’m on my way into The City today for a Fashion Conference. Seems bizarre to attend something so frivolous on this date. I find myself, as always, feeling the need to mark this day. I decided just to share what I wrote last year-because it feels just right. Enjoy. And never forget.
On the news I heard the National Cathedral won’t have a mass dedicated on 9/11. I wasn’t sure how I felt about that. As of writing this, I’m not sure what the plans are in NYC but I can’t imagine there won’t be something special. The Husband and I had a conversation about when it’s time to let go of those official remembrances. I mean, we don’t have D-Day masses anymore. So, when do we move away from day-long memorials and onto moments of silence? How much time is enough time.
I had a post scheduled for today-a regular Tuesday post about potty-training. When I realized the date, I hemmed and hawed over whether to post as usual or write something about 9/11 instead. The truth is, I have nothing to write because I’m not sure what else to say. I’ve written here for years about my thoughts on grief, our rituals around and the world on 9/11. Today I’m not sure I have anything left to say. One night during all my pondering my husband sent me this from his phone:
He took it from a car window on his way home from work. That’s where they were. Those lights are there to remind us to remember.
I’m not sure when the right time is to move on. I don’t have anything profound to say in remembrance, but I know I’m not ready to treat this like a regular Tuesday. I’m not ready just yet.
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