Today is a beautiful early fall day where I live. There was a feeling of hope in the air when I met a neighbor on my walk this morning. She told me about her friend who went to work in New York City that day….now her children are eleven and fourteen. “Just my children’s ages,” she told me, “but mine still have me.” Um, the ages of my grandchildren as well, and they still have their mother and I still have my daughter.
I feel sad knowing that not everyone is enjoying beautiful weather on this 9/11 day. Sunshine gives us hope and on a day like this we can all use some. But there is something hopeful about the silent and simple remembrances.