…With my post from yesterday waiting to run after the DNS Outage, it did not feel right or appropriate to run today.
Eleven years after 9/11, I still remember where I was, what I was doing, how Henry was supposed to be in NYC on that particular day but was not. and the deep sadness that washed over me as a new mom.
NYC was my dad’s hometown and therefore the capital of our family. Watching the towers crumble in flames eleven years ago on TV left me pained and speechless. Taking my sons to see the 9/11 Memorial last spring erected around the site had a similar effect. It left me pained and speechless.
Pained because I wished that we did not even have to erect this memorial and speechless because as the boys traced their way around the names of the victims etched in the memorial – they kept stopping at the ones for pregnant women. Ack – why does life have to be so hard and mean and ruthless and unfair and complicated.
Today, I will not run my post on the ups and downs of raising a family and everything else that I do because simply put – I am able to do just that and some awful, sick, twisted terrorist took that away from some other innocent women and moms-to-be.