I wasn't going to post on this.
The day it happened, my friend N. was helping me manage my office. He kept me and two other people under my employ focused by literally turning off the TV, radio and any source of media that could be distracting to us.
"Let's not allow this to disrupt our day."
What he was getting at was that it happened, but don't allow it to do more damage than it already has. He kept us focused and our minds off the negativity.
This is precisely why I wasn't going to post.
But I read the poem over at Lady Jan's, left a comment and started to reflect.
My comment was this:
I often think of "rememberances" - World Wars, family losses and of course 9/11. It strikes me as odd that we focus on remembering the visciousness, the hatred, the loss of a loved one.
We, the living have so very much to be thankful for. I try to remember those who did what they could and are still here to tell the tale.
If ever I am a victim of such violence and hatred, I hope that those I leave behind spend more time being grateful for life than remembering death.
I really feel very strongly about this - that we do indeed spend far too little time focused on the beauty that is life.
Getting everything we can from it.
I respect those who experienced the violence - lived or died. But when we remember them let's be mindful of the greatest gift we all share.
Don't worry 'bout the future - forget about the past.