It is a lovely, quiet, late Summer day here on the coast. Hazy and warm but the strong breeze hints of the nearing Autumn, a taste of which we'll get by weeks' end.
I am relieved that September 11th and the 10th Anniversary of that horrific day has passed. The strangling dread that builds up as days like that approach is so awful. And it's not that what happened goes away once a marked day like that passes, but there is a powerful feeling of relief that envelopes me in the days after for which I'm very thankful.
I will always watch the services from the WTC site in Lower Manhattan as long as they are televised. I will keep visiting local 9/11 memorial sites and one day visit the new memorial in Manhattan. (I haven't been back to the WTC site in a long time). I will always light candles, pray, sob, honor, mourn and give thanks on 9/11 no matter where I am or how many years go by. I will never forget.
I don't know if I'll go to local memorial services anymore on 9/11 (unless we're asked to participate with the American Legion). We attended one Sunday evening with friends and I came away from it feeling as though I didn't need to go to them anymore. I can't explain it other than to say I finally feel like I can move forward.
Just typing that brings a stake of guilt through my heart.
But, for me, it's time.
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