I Pray For You

So, what do you write about on a day like this?

Is there anything that can be said or shared that is actually worthwhile?

I wanted to write a post about when I found out about 9/11.

But , fuck. What a waste. My life was touched. It will never be the same.

I know I am not alone in this.

My issue lies in the fact that there are so many more who lost so very much more than me on that awful day.

I lost a little bit of my sense of safety and well-being in this country. I live near Fort Carson, Schriever Air Force Base, 2 other Air Force bases, and NORAD. I was scared for a while, especially being so close to so many military installations. And NORAD.

But.

This is nothing.

Countless others lost their lives.

Even more lost loved ones. Husbands, wives, children, parents.

What I experienced was fleeting.

They will never be able to get back what they’ve lost.

I will always remember the moment I realized what was happening was real. I will never forget what I was doing or how it affected me.

But I want to put the spotlight on those who have been affected by this tragedy so much more than I.

I pray for you all. I pray for the ones who lost their lives. I pray for those who lived. For you. Your loved ones. For what you’ve lost. For what you may have gained since then.

I wish you nothing but the best.