It’s that day again. It happens every year around this time. We usually talk about it. I have always done posts about it every year since I started blogging. But I don’t want to talk about it this year.
Many people lament that Christmas has become too commercialized. This anniversary has become too politicized. They have cheapened it.
If there was anything good that came out of that horrible day it was that it was a (brief) moment of national unity. It was like estranged siblings reuniting at the funeral of a parent. But those kind of moments never last. We sang Kumbayah, gave ourselves a huge group hug and then went back to our bickering ways.
By the time of the second really bad thing that happened on this day we were more divided than I can remember, and I can remember (parts of) the Sixties.
I hope and pray that there will never be another really bad thing that happens on this day.
Now I’m gonna look at pictures of Lily and think happy thoughts. She’s gonna be two in a couple more weeks.