Up early this morning, I turned on the television. Something I don't normally do on a Sunday morning, I prefer to sit with my newspaper and a cup of coffee. But obviously this Sunday was anything but normal. I read the paper, the stories of people touched very personally by this date ten years ago, as the television screen was filled with images of the sites of horror where such pain occurred.
I sat transfixed, watching the memorial service. The terror, pain, grief, and sadness of that day filled me up to overflowing, as I watched family members recite the names of those lost, and tell stories of their lives in the last ten years. I sobbed when I watched them visit the memorial, and gently touch the names of those who are no longer here.
A while later, when I couldn't cry anymore, I got up and went outside to water my garden. It was a bright blue sunny morning, much like the day was ten years ago. The sight of my flowers whispered to me, suggesting a different path for the day
The pictures I share with you today from the market were taken by my talented sister Heather, when she was here a few weeks ago.
This particular photo, my favorite, is going to be my screensaver in January.
And it's a beautiful bouquet, to honor all those lost and their families who have endured.
EDITED: After checking a few of my favorite blogs, I wanted to share this link with you. I think Susan Branch just wrote so beautifully about this day. You can read it, here: http://www.susanbranch.com/archives/1892?utm_source=feedburner&utm_medium=feed&utm_campaign=Feed%3A+SusanBranchBlog+%28Susan+Branch+Blog%29&utm_content=Google+Feedfetcher