As we scoured the Sunday paper, we elected to focus on a story about a 9/11 museum opening in the spring, located where the Twin Towers once stood 12 years ago.
Every year I feel a pang in my heart when this day approaches. The media obviously takes a look back. Where are the survivors? How are the families of the victims? How has our world changed because of that horrific day?
I spent a wonderful summer in New York just two years before the attacks. I remember buying show tickets at the World Trade Center, and shopping in the underground mall. I walked through so many different neighborhoods during my three months in New York, and it will always hold a special place in my own story. It was my “Felicity” moment when I broke away from my family for the first time and worked in the “big city.”
As I talked about the attacks with my son, and the museum to come, he had so many innocent questions.
What is a terrorist? Why would they fly the plane into the building if they would end up dying as well? How many people died? Why did everyone need to take the stairs to get out?
As he gets older and we share more with him about current events, it makes me sad to reveal there is evil in the world, and senseless acts of violence, and innocent lives lost.
Still, he needs to know. He especially needs to know about this day in our history.
As I reflect on 9/11, and recall the day with my son, I try to focus on the heroic acts of everyday people … of firemen and policemen and citizens who simply wanted to help.
Yes, he needs to know about the bad, but I want to make sure he understands there is still so much good in our world. His innocent spirit and kind heart will lead him to do great things – I’m sure – and so while my heart is heavy today, I am hopeful for a future of bright, loving souls that will choose good.
God bless the victims of 9/11, the survivors, the cities of New York and Pennsylvania and Washington D.C. You are in my prayers today.