Tomorrow would have been my grandmother’s birthday. I am not sure how old she would have been ; you never asked Lucille Rose how old she was. She was a beautiful, stubborn woman who stressed the importance of manners and always saying thank you. It is also one of my nephew’s birthdays, but their day of joy will forever be overshadowed by the events of September 11, 2001.
It is hard to imagine the world before the towers fell. Hard to describe just how the air felt that way when all the planes were grounded. How people in downtown Orlando walked around like zombies when their offices released them unsure of where to go.
The children that I teacher don’t remember that day for the most part; it is day they know is important, but the fear of that day is lost on them. The fear it created lives on; which is why tomorrow I will say a pray of thanks for all the days my Grandmother had, another for my nephew and yet another that we all might remember that living in fear is not living.
And the best way to remember those that lose their lives that day is to remember not how they died, but to live and live the best way they can. One day at a time…