Where were you?

For those of us that weren't alive when JFK was shot, 9/11 becomes our version of 'where were you when...' And of course, at 8:47 this morning, it was as easy to recall as yesterday where we were and what we were doing just 6 fast years ago today. I'm nostalgic. I raced home from taking my daughter to school today to be home in time for all of the commemmorative stuff on tv. I really wanted to see the footage of the towers again. The dust and smoke, the terror. If you've read the history of 2/7/02 for me, you know that I NEED to reflect. Otherwise I grow immune. So you can imagine how cheesed I was this morning when it was almost not even newsworthy that today was the 6 year anniversary of the horrid attacks.

So, I made my own reflections. I recalled where I was, how I felt, even that sick feeling in the pit of my stomach. I was pregnant with our daughter. My earliest thoughts were what kind of an evil world I was willing to bring a child into. Today, it was newsworthy to me, that her generation, her class of kindergarteners are the first of the crop that weren't born yet on that day. They will never quiet experience the trama of that black smoke rising into the blue sky. Much like I've never understood the drama associated with Elvis' death or JFK's assassination, or Dr.Martin Luther King's murder. But alas, those of us that saw it will never forget the fear we knew and forever now know. We knew the innocence of the world before evil found such a monumental demonstration of hatred.

So for me today, it seems insulting to be consumed by something as superficial as a number on the scale. I've spent today celebrating life. Innocence, and a bright hope for the future in the generation of children that didn't see it all fall apart in mere minutes.