Flowers for Remembrance

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It's that anniversary again, THAT day, when the world lurched in distress of man-made, violently lost lives. Here's a pic of my one blooming sprig of Forget-me-Nots. They are so small, n tough to photo. We won't forget the 911 victims, either. I'll watch my "In Memoriam" Video, n my "United 93," n "World Trade Center" DVDs this week.

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The Video which follows the New York event in progress gets me to re-live the feelings I had in my gut that day, a tight knot which roiled in my belly. The realization that being at work just then was not as important as being with people I care about. Work was a trivial excercise when compared to fighting for survival, mourning the victims, n finding out the "Why?" answer.
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The intensity of flights n hieghts revisits my mind from that day. Here's a pic of Mischief outside the upstairs deck rail on the roof. She's pretty casual about it, n prob doesn't realize how easily her leg would break if she went over the edge somehow. Luckily, she's sure-footed, n always comes back in when I call her. (The long-ago cat, "MidNight," once broke her leg going off the deck). I'm reminded how fragile n precarious life can be, n in climbing way up there, there's more of a chance we may fall.

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Bells toll for the thousands of lost souls, n names are read. Lives are remembered for the shattered families. The beautiful, purple, Canterbury Bells in my pic fit so much on one stem, splayed in all directions. The seeds from seasons before have sprouted in some spots around the yard, I noticed this year. I'm glad the little ones are continuing on, dispite the distance away the original parent. The victims families somehow manage to keep on with their lives.

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Altho I'm not a direct victim, I'm forever altered by the trauma of 911. It has changed my path, n how I view everything!