Ten years ago, I remember the day. I drove to Downtown Dallas, walked into the elevator and pushed forty-four. My office overlooked the Dallas skyline. When it happened, I watched on a television as the buildings fell. Surrounded by my legal colleagues, we all had the same face. Shock. Sadness. Disbelief. As a precaution, the partners at the law firm decided to let us go early and I remember running and jumping into my car, and calling my husband, who was in Houma, Louisiana.
What was he doing when the buildings fell? His hands were on life. He delivered a baby at the precise moment when the first building fell.
It means something. I know. But I don’t always understand it. How in any given moment, you may be experiencing a tragedy, and another person at the exact very same moment may be celebrating a birthday, an anniversary, a milestone. How sorrow in one corner weeps, while in an opposite nook, laughter is seeping through the walls. Ten years later I still don’t understand it, how it all makes sense. I believe the best way to honor those who have loved and lost is to really embrace those in your life. Honor them by saying “I love you,” or complimenting them or laughing with them. Remember loss, but honor life.
Please observe a moment of silence for those who lost their lives on that September day and for those all around the world that face unfathomable tragedies everyday.