The Thing Is
9/11 was on the minds of most Americans this weekend. Never forget , people say. While everyone waved their flags and my Facebook feed was filled with old photos of the Twin Towers, I was thinking how much I don't really care about something that didn't really happen to me 20 years ago. Not very patriotic, I know. When I think of September 11th, I'm really thinking about what I will have to commemorate on the 12th and the 13th- what every parent fears- reliving the last hours of my son's life. No, instead of recounting where I was when the towers fell, I'm trying to remind myself of that final Saturday where everything was so wonderful we didn't even stop to take a picture. Everyone was having a great day- a lovely morning walk, a mother/son car ride to drop off gear at a friend's house and pick up some groceries. Good naps and persimmon adventures with dad. If we had been told our world would be turned upside down later that evening, I don't think we co...