Last night I saw a friends FB post about how her world changed the next morning 13 years ago.. At first I just figured she was married or had a child then. It was only at the end that I realized what the post was actually about.
I have always been so proud to be American.. Talked to my kids about what sept 11 means for our country..But this year I almost missed it.
I was shocked.. who have I become.. Sept 11… all it meant to me was the day before another 12th. I have become so selfish.. its embarrassing… but also I know there isn’t a whole lot I can do about it. I am still struggling to adjust to this new life.
And I can’t help but remember how we are a country banded together when we were attacked on our own soil. How incredible it was to be a part of.. how in our deepest pain still reeling from our wound we rallied together.. emotionally and physically. Standing up and saying not here, not us.
I remember that and because I am selfish I hope so desperately that is the what will happen again when people start learning the facts about pediatric cancer like I recently have. That there is a brutal killer on the loose and we have the capability to do something about it. To stand up together and demand a change.
I wish I could say what I did last year.. that I can’t even begin to imagine the way the families feel that lost somebody they love on this day 13 years ago. .. But since I can’t say that I will say I am so sorry… and I will look to you for inspiration and hope that one day I will really breath again.
…until there is a cure..