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When DH and I were in New York City, we visited the World Trade Center site.  We remembered and mourned and wondered...  There is a timeline posted at the site that includes images from 9/11 and the picture that made my heart well up in my throat and tears spring to my eyes showed a group of medical personnel standing ready at a hospital entrance.  I remembered how devastatingly sad it was to realize that there were so many people ready, willing and able to help that day -- and so few who needed their help.

The optimist in me, the part of me that knows there's a future even when I'm saddened and stunned beyond belief by the news, takes comfort in the fact that there are more people to be helped in London than not.

It is so hard not to feel helpless, not to want to go home tonight and close the door and leave it closed for a while, maybe for a long time.  It is so hard to be a mother, to not freak out about stuff like this and about how the world has changed... and I can't even think about the direction it's going... and what it'll be like when M*c is 20... and Kt's supposed to study in London next spring... to not scare the living shit out of my kids.

Comments

sandy

I know, I know.

Stacie

It's just awful and it makes me so horribly sad.

Colleen

Living in London was one of THE BEST experiences in my life so far. I do hope that your daughter will still go.

ann

is there any comfort in knowing that there has never been a time in human history when mothers weren't thinking the very same thoughts?

Bonny

You've commented on the sad situation very eloquently; now I will also think that at least this time there were so many more who could be helped. I read this quote on another knitting blog this morning: "When I despair, I remember that all through history the ways of truth and love have always won. There have been tyrants, and murderers, and for a time they can seem invincible, but in the end they always fall. Think of it - always."
- Mahatma Gandhi
That will give me something to think about today as I knit and pray for peace.

Mary in Boston

Vicki, you wrote so eloquently about yesterday. Thank you. I had many of the same feelings when I visited the WTC site in 2002. It is so haunting.

but as someone else said, I hope your daughter will still go to London. If we stop living our lives...then they have won.

Bookish Wendy

Very well put m'dear.

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