People who know more than I have written movingly about those who perished and those who were left to carry on behind; about those who served and those who waited. I've read and read this week, but somehow still feel conflicted and .... empty.
I think that's really it... empty. Ten years, thousands of young lives and limbs left in the streets and fields of Iraq and Afghanistan and we still feel vulnerable and empty; still don't quite know what to do.
I worked in the garden - the thing that always makes me feel the most calm and at peace - and emailed the woman with whom I spent that morning. Just wanted to remind her how much her presence meant to me then... as it does now. Maybe that's the best I can do today.
If we can try to work together to hold a fitting memorial to those who died on September 11, 2001, why can't we come together to do the right things for the country we hold so dear? Maybe that would make us all feel full again.