Fifteen years ago, our country was unraveled. I scroll through my Facebook feed and can see the many lives that were unraveled by the events that happened fifteen years ago- and these are only the people that have less than exclusive spots on my “friends” list. I know the pain of this day spreads far and wide to an amount of people that is simply unmeasurable. I am not going to write about how I was affected by this day. It simply is irrelevant to how any other person feels on this day.
This morning I woke up, had my coffee, rode horses and went to work. What a luxury. I think I don’t realize the day to day life I live is a luxury. I didn’t realize that someone has been missing someone for 15 years. For fifteen years you haven’t been able to have dinner as a family, call your husband or wife to let them know you’ll be late, bug your brother about the mess he left in the bathroom, or have your sister curl your hair.
Some people woke up today with 7 “thinking of you” messages in their inbox and a lot of messages that were never sent. What do you say? What can you say? Some people woke up, had coffee, and they feel what they feel every day….
There are no words to describe what today is to so many people and I would be foolish to think I would finally be the person who could encompass how today feels into one blog post fifteen years later. It simply can’t be done, nor should it be.
Today I woke up, had my coffee, rode horses, and went to work. I know that many people didn’t have that luxury today, and have woken up the same way for fifteen years. I know many people continue to unravel. I know some have started to wind themselves back up, maybe for the first time on this very day.
i don’t know what today feel likes for anyone… I’m not going to pretend to relate. Instead I just hope that fifteen years later, all those needing strength find it.. Even if it takes another fifteen years.
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