Here's an entry from my West Coast bloggy friend -
The flag on the post office is at half mast today. I thought about that as I drove the kids to school this morning and as I idled behind an oddly copper colored car sitting in front of me unloading an inordinate amount of children. They looked like the clown car in center ring. On the radio they transmitted from Ground Zero. One by one they called off the names of the victims. I wondered about their families and how days become oblong instances of life when you keep reliving them over and over again. The deja vu must wreck havoc on the soul. Why do we do this? Does it make us feel better? Or is it simply diffusion of the smaller troubles of daily life giving us perspective? I stayed in the car back in my driveway listening. The heat of the day was rising but I stayed, maybe out of respect and honor. I used my sleeve to wick away the sweat beads that began to trail from my hair onto my face. As they called off the last name I wondered how many were children from the daycare. I said a little prayer for their families and thought about that flag.
"God bless the families of those who lost their lives in the tragedy of 9/11. May they find peace and comfort in His love! Amen!"
You can read more from Ginger at her blog, The Gingerbread House.
The flag on the post office is at half mast today. I thought about that as I drove the kids to school this morning and as I idled behind an oddly copper colored car sitting in front of me unloading an inordinate amount of children. They looked like the clown car in center ring. On the radio they transmitted from Ground Zero. One by one they called off the names of the victims. I wondered about their families and how days become oblong instances of life when you keep reliving them over and over again. The deja vu must wreck havoc on the soul. Why do we do this? Does it make us feel better? Or is it simply diffusion of the smaller troubles of daily life giving us perspective? I stayed in the car back in my driveway listening. The heat of the day was rising but I stayed, maybe out of respect and honor. I used my sleeve to wick away the sweat beads that began to trail from my hair onto my face. As they called off the last name I wondered how many were children from the daycare. I said a little prayer for their families and thought about that flag.
"God bless the families of those who lost their lives in the tragedy of 9/11. May they find peace and comfort in His love! Amen!"
You can read more from Ginger at her blog, The Gingerbread House.
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