Remembering 9-11 with a Lollipop

I am very heavy hearted today remembering all the suffering that this day brought to our nation 7 years ago. I am not sure why this year over other years, but I think it was this family I saw on FoxNews this morning. There were three of them, two boys and a girl, all old enough to remember and mourn the loss of their Father who lost his life in one of the Towers that day. The older boy was talking about his Dad and trying so hard to really remember things like how he smelled and what his voice sounded like, and what his hugs felt like, and the things they did together. I guess it gets harder and harder every year to really remember, and I think that makes the grief deeper and heavier to bear. After all these years it is easy for people like me, who were not directly effected by the tragedy to live on in complacency and foggy remembrance. In a way, that is part of the blessing. It's been 7 years since we have experienced such devastation. I suppose I should be on my knees, thankful for that, for our safety these last 7 years. And I am, but I admit that I forget to be. Today I am remembering. And I am thanking the Great God who allows us to live on another day. And I am breathing in the blessings of a life with my three children and my precious husband, enjoying that they can sit on a step downtown and giggle about a lollipop. That they can be oblivious, at least a little longer, to the frightening time we live in, and just have a lollipop.

Prayers going out to all the families who still suffer from their loss on 9-11-01, and to all the men and women who sacrifice their lives so that my kids can enjoy a lollipop.