Then and Now
I wrote this five years ago today:
She cries and doesn't understand how even her tears remind me how much I am so glad she is in my arms. And how much I love her and her mother.
I saw this flashing on a bank sign over the weekend:
Patriot Day honors those who died in the "worst tragedy in our nation's history."
My daughter was just a few months old and her mother has just returned to work. I was home with her when the planes hit the towers. I understood life was going to change, but I never figured that tragedy would be the excuse used to suck the bone marrow out of the American people.
I don't need to mention the thousands that have died in a war started thanks to "false intelligence." You see that fight every night on the news. The film of civilians dying in their "liberation" is Katie Couric's lead story. They end every newscast with soft, sad music over images of the soldiers arriving home in body bags. You do see all that don't you?
Some things have changed since September 11, 2001. Five years ago, I was angry and afraid. Today, I am merely furious.
