I’d lost track of the date — in any context that wasn’t related to “Starting School” — so I was taken completely by surprise this morning when I turned on the radio to hear them talking about memorials in New York and elsewhere.
I looked out of the window, and it seemed totally wrong that it is grey and cloudy here today. It seems like every September 11 since 2001 has had the same painfully beautiful blue sky serving as a reminder. How can a grey day be “September 11”, my brain seemed to ask.
So many lives have been disrupted since that day, so many more than on that day.
Don’t know about you but I’ll be praying a rosary for peace today.