I remember a strong sense of the surreal.
On 9/11 I was engaged to my husband, and our wedding was just a month away on 10/10.
He picked me up at my town home that morning to carpool to work that day.
He had heard the news before driving over, and as we were about to get on the Capital Expwy 87 on-ramp we wondered, what do we do? Do we go to work? Are we really being attacked? How do we help? What is the response? Do we still get married? We were absolutely adrift.
We both checked in with work, and were told to stay home. We got off the freeway and spent the day watching the news, commiserating and wondering what the future held.
We continued with our wedding plans.
The anniversary of 9/11 and our wedding, will always be intertwined.
In our 14 years of marriage, we’ve been able to visit NYC twice, both with our daughters. We’ve been able to tell them about 9/11, take them to the memorial, and share with them the stories of Americans, and their bravery, resilience, and hope.
We’ve also been able to share stories about history, from the world wars that have been fought, and the suffrage movement, and all the dates and people in-between. If there’s one thing that always, consistently, securely brings me hope for the future, it is children.
Children are true. They have a compass that points due north, and they are unweathered by cynicism, by bias, by futility. They are a balance of mercy and justice. They understand so clearly that we are all humans, that we all deserve goodness. I love the honest and unfiltered way they see the world. When a child loves, likes, or just enjoys your company, it is one of the highest compliments you can have the pleasure of receiving.
In a world where so much is roiling in chaos, bureaucratic nonsense, and tragedy, our focus should be on the children that way light our way. As a human society, it is children we need to work to protect, rescue, and love.