go back to the day before yesterday. Would that we could go back to September 10th, 2001. For some it would be going back to December 6th, 1941. Some days I look at the sky and it is cloudless and such a beautiful blue. I say to myself almost automatically, “It’s a September 11th sky”. For those who lived on the east coast that day, you probably know what I mean. We stop in our memories to memoralize those moments that all of a sudden matter in a way that is somewhat unconventional, except that now we have more of them and we don’t want them ever to be the way it is, and that we become complacent to the horrors of these days. I will not catapult one person to infamy by acknowledging him except in the context of those whose lives were taken or mangled at someone’s hands. I will honor those who showed the best part of humanity in offering assistance in so many ways. I will be sad with those who lost friends and family. I will remember this day among the others that now are tatooed on my mind. A day that might be someone’s birthday is now clouded by a day that makes us stop and take pause. Celebrations seem trite when shared with days of mourning and remembrance.
Our world is inside out. How do we help one another turn it back to a time when we didn’t have to be so vigilant and that when we saw someone we don’t know, we could still smile and not worry about their intentions. More questions…few answers.
The picture above was taken on December 12, 2015. Frank Sinatra would have been 100. My FHB and I were in Nantucket. It was a beautiful warm September 11th sky day. This has to stop. We are collectively better than this. We can do it, we must do it.