I can't help but reflect on 9/11. Amazing that it was 6 years ago - it's one of the few events in my life that I remember practically every moment of as clearly as if it was yesterday.
I've been sitting and thinking about what happened, about how so many lives changed forever.
I am tempted to get angry at H, at how casually he has thrown away our lives together, how poorly he has treated me. I want to yell and scream at him, I want to throw things at him.
but then I think of all of the people who lost their lives, or lost their loved ones, on this day, and I realize how petty I sound. if my husband no longer loving me is the worst tragedy I should ever face, well, I am damned lucky. I am. so instead of continuing to wallow, I'm going to give thanks for the love I do have in my life. I know I say that from time to time. I think I did even earlier today. I need to tatoo it on my brain, so every time I get into these funks I remember just how good I have it.
M-41 H-38 M-10 years, T-14 years Bomb-PA 3/19/07 Separated-6/7/07 Piecing/h back home 5/08 S-6 S-4 D-4
"Courage doesn't always roar. Sometimes courage is that little voice at the end of the day that says, 'I'll try again tomorrow.'"