The blue sky and occasional clouds outside my window remind me of the skies twenty years ago when tragedy struck. I can’t believe it’s been 20 years and how much life has changed for all of us since then. I look back on my life and my kids’ from that time and how things have changed so much since that fateful day. Then to think that it’s only been two decades and how much life changes over a lifetime and I’m still in wonder.
I am a little bit shell-shocked even twenty years later though I’ll admit. While I didn’t say anything to the kids, I was grateful that they were safe in my home and none of us had anywhere to go today. Well, I was supposed to go to a bridal shower, but once I saw the date it was planned for, I told them I wasn’t able to attend and sent a gift instead. I guess I’m sounding like a scaredy cat, but with so much going on, I’d rather be safe than sorry.
I knew people who passed on 9/11 and I watched how their families had a tough time picking up the pieces of their lives. On social media there were tons of tributes, 911 calls from those whose lives were lost (just before they passed) and so many photos from that day. It just makes me so sad even though I have little direct grief from it, it still can affect me. In years prior, I just said my prayers and went on with my day, but today felt different being the 20th anniversary. How in the world has 20 years passed in the blink of an eye?
And now with this virus, I have to wonder what the heck we will think when we look back in 20 years time (if we’re still here) about this era in our lives. Because this pandemic has wreaked havoc in a different way than 9/11. It’s separated us instead of uniting us. It’s encouraged us to split in so many different ways: politically, racially, vax vs unvax, masked vs unmasked, conspiratorially, and financially. People are suffering from the anxiety, the frustrations, the demands, the fear and they’re hurting. But we’re not banding together as a nation this time with this virus. We’re allowing ourselves to be pulled apart instead.
I felt like 9/11 dropped everyone’s differences and united us as a nation. People helped others, even strangers and volunteered when needed. Donations of time, help and energy were a priority as we were all hurting for those who lost their lives and those workers who tirelessly fought to find people as well as the families who were grieving. As a nation, we joined together.
I don’t have a crystal ball and even if I did, I’m not sure I’d want to know what’s coming in our future. I don’t mean to sound pessimistic, but there’s a ton of uncertainty out there and many are overwhelmed by it. I just keep trying to stay safe and healthy and keep the kids the same.
Thanks for reading. I’ll be fine tomorrow. But in the meantime, I think just being in my home and resting is best for me. I hope you’re having a restful day too. Stay healthy and safe!