( A horribly, horribly long post describing how we woke up last year. )Now... it's a year later.
I still cry if I think about it too much. When someone I know and care about flies, I fret and worry that something will happen to the plane (even though my head knows the plane will be fine). When
ldyicefire has the radio on in the car and "Courtesy of the Red, White, & Blue" comes on, I want to smack Toby Keith in the mouth for singing it; those words do
NOT represent how I feel about things. I still hate war. However, I'm alive... and everyone I know is safe & ok. And I'm thankful for that.
I'm not sure how today is going to be for me. Part of me thinks it's time to move on from the tragedy, to just treat it as a usual day. I'll probably do that for the most part, but I'll probably light a candle later today. I know it doesn't help the people who died or their families, but it feels like something I should do. Just something simple and quiet and unobtrusive to honor them.
It's now 4:54am here. I've taken nearly an hour & a half to write this post, but it felt important to me that I make it. Thanks for reading.