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Sep. 11th, 2004
note to self
Sep. 11th, 2004 01:48 pmWhen planning a romantic evening, like the first evening at the BF's place in several months, do NOT order Italian for dinner.
The spirit is willing, but the flesh says "mmm- lasagna coma......zzzzzzzzzzz"
The spirit is willing, but the flesh says "mmm- lasagna coma......zzzzzzzzzzz"
Is it callous of me to be done with mourning? To say "Enough, already"?
Three years ago today the Towers fell. Lives were lost and lives were saved on a day we should never forget.
But I am done with mourning. I am done with ceremonies, and silences, speeches, ringing bells, and endless out-of-tune renditions of "God Bless America".
Grief has it's place in our lives, and we should allow us to mourn, and not to bury our feelings. But there comes a time when the well is empty, and something must come in it's place. For some it is to build memorials, to "keep the memory alive" of the horror of that day. For others, it is to seek to "fight terrorism" by the only means they understand. I often do not agree with what they do, but I understand why they do it.
But for me, at least, there comes a time when the tears are almost done. I take a moment to remember, to cry a little, to think, and to feel.
And then I move on. There are dishes that need doing, and books waiting to be read.
Life goes on.
Three years ago today the Towers fell. Lives were lost and lives were saved on a day we should never forget.
But I am done with mourning. I am done with ceremonies, and silences, speeches, ringing bells, and endless out-of-tune renditions of "God Bless America".
Grief has it's place in our lives, and we should allow us to mourn, and not to bury our feelings. But there comes a time when the well is empty, and something must come in it's place. For some it is to build memorials, to "keep the memory alive" of the horror of that day. For others, it is to seek to "fight terrorism" by the only means they understand. I often do not agree with what they do, but I understand why they do it.
But for me, at least, there comes a time when the tears are almost done. I take a moment to remember, to cry a little, to think, and to feel.
And then I move on. There are dishes that need doing, and books waiting to be read.
Life goes on.
