Upon awakening this morning, I was struck with how beautiful a day it was. Just like the morning exactly ten years ago as I drove to my job and noticed the expression of horror on the face of a driver passing me. I was not listening to my radio that morning or I would have known why he looked so devastated. As soon as I arrived at my workplace there would be the explanation, so horribly clear, so vividly tragic. Now I sit in my easy chair, knitting furiously away at my current donation project, trying to make this world better, one knitted garment at a time. Tears stream down my face, fogging up my pattern and stitches so I have to stop and wipe them away as I pray for the families who gave so much and lost so much that day. I say prayers for them and prayers of thanks, because I am so lucky to have all the blessings that I have.
June 12 vs 21
8 hours ago