Today is an anniversary.
Specifically, my friend Herb’s wedding anniversary.
It’s also ’s daughter’s birthday. and the birthdays of a couple other folks.
Today is a DAY. If the terrorists had been ready on September 10th or 12th or January 9th, they would have struck then. It’s a day.
People were born on this date, and now must go through life with the most infamous birthday ever.
People who were married before Al Qaeda even existed have had their wedding anniversary, a day of love and sharing, ruined.
We lost more than lives, more than security, and every year where we force ourselves to go through a death toll, weep a little more, cry vengeance again, is another year when thousands and millions of people have to hold back, a little bit, out of respect to the rest of us, on celebrating their own personal days of joy and celebration.
The best year after a trauma is the first year you have to be reminded it’s an anniversary.
Happy Anniversary. Happy Birthday. Happy Saints’ Day. Happy Survivor Day.
(And, incidentally, I wholeheartedly support the petition to name 9/11 Emergency Response Personnel Day, since they don’t already have one, and I came up with the suggestion in October, 2001, but no one listened then, either. But screw the online petition- call your senator and ask for it. Online petitions don’t do much.)