A day to remember
Five years ago today was 9/11. And five years ago (plus a few days), Lauren was conceived. I will always associate those two events – the ending of so many lives and of our innocence as a nation, and the beginnings of the life of Lauren and our lives as parents and a “real” family.
I’ve been thinking about that today – endings and beginnings, joy and sorrow. So many things in life seem to have joy and sorrow intermixed, happy and sad, frustrating and rewarding, exciting and mundane, bitter-sweet.
Interestingly, of all the blogs I check daily (27 – is it really that many?!), only one had an entry about this being the anniversary of 9/11. And honestly, if I didn’t have the association with Lauren, I may have forgotten too. That is truly horrible and sad!!
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You know I thought about 9-11 , but didn’t blog about it. A lot of my blog reads did.
My Topsy was born exactly a week after a young girl was run over and killed by a truck just down the street. And because of that connection, I think and pray for the family so much more than I would have otherwise. It keeps her family in my thoughts.
It is horrible and sad, but so true of life…the beginnings/joys ultimately do eclipse the endings/sorrows. And sometimes much faster than we think they will.I think it’s actually a gift from God that we are able to remember the joys (with the sorrows) and the beginnings (along with the endings). It makes for a rich life. Hard, but rich.
And I have felt the same way lately. But I guess you probably knew that. (weak grin.)
I had a similar thought since I had surgery to prepare me for conceiving Adam on 9/11. I’ll never forget that day because it was along those same lines…while there’s death all around us there is also new life beginning. God is in the process of making all things new even when it seems so horrible!
P.S. You check 27 blogs everyday??!! I don’t even know that many people.
I didn’t know what to blog. I was completely overwhelmed by the emotion of the day. I think it is so important to remember and to hear the stories of those who were there as well as the family and friends of those lost. Just overwhelmed.
That was such a bizarre day… we corwded around TV’s at work and I watched in shock as a coworker asked me “is this bad”?
Then I sat in an operating room half the day wondering if my wife was going to be alright, and if we were going to be able to have kids. The hospital was a ghost town – our surgery was the last event before they shut the doors and went into emergency prep.
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