Weekends rock at our place. College kids, their friends, their friends' dog, high school boy and his friends often fill the house with constant motion on a Saturday. But I wanted to sneak away for a quick minute as I remembered I had made this digital collage earlier this week to commemorate the 9th anniversary of 9-11 here in the states.
And sadly enough, today, 1200 miles from where I live funeral services were held for a childhood friend of mine. Would have really liked to have been there...
He flew for one of the major airlines and I had spoken with him by phone only a few days before 9-11 back in 2001. When the awful news of what was transpiring began to hit the airwaves, how well I remember being sick with worry that he was aboard one of those aircrafts...wracking my brain trying to remember if he mentioned where he was flying next. And now today, on another 9-11, he's gone.
These sad times always drive home for me how precious is our time with those we love and for whom we care so deeply. And my heart and prayers go out to all those who are still struggling with the aftermath and loss of 9-11.
May we all find peace for those harder questions in life.