on september eleventh…
i watched explosions that stopped my world for a day.
i held my breath watching strangers hold on to each other. running. pausing to make sure no one was left behind.
i watched buildings fall and felt the weight of lost lives fall on me.
…i haven’t forgotten.
after that day, our care for each other exploded too.
it felt natural to put a hand on a stranger’s arm. to show concern, to connect. we saw each other. amid the antlike scurrying that we do in this life, we paused more often to acknowledge. to check in. to say so.
‘how are you?’ had depth. we made more calls. had more dinner guests. took more pictures to capture moments. hugged longer.
we flung ourselves wide open to each other.
each year on this day i want to remember to keep those doors wide open.
to those who stood up..who went back in, you are my heroes. to those who never came out, your life counted. to those left with gaping holes in their hearts, i still hope for healing.