September 11, 2001
            changed everything, they say. Its nearly
            impossible to deny it. 
            Never before have so
            many innocent people died in a foreign attack on U.S.
            soil. Its a shock from which we will struggle
            to recover for a long time.
            Often during this
            tragedy, my thoughts have turned to the British.
            Those stiff-upper-lip images portrayed so stoutly
            during WWII come floating to me. 
            Agatha Christie in There
            is a Tide begins her novel with
            a discussion taking place in a mens club as
            bombs rain overhead. 
            It became a way of life
            for them. They moved through it. Life went on. Its
            what our leaders are currently telling us we must do.
            Yes, our lives have
            changed. But change is also part of living.
            Daphne du Maurier wrote
            in Rebecca about
            change and her desire to return to what was. But she
            noted, too, that even had we the ability to return to
            the past, it would not be the moment we remember.
            Change is constant.
            Yet some things are
            enduring. 
            In Illinois, the
            weather is shifting toward autumn as it tends to this
            time of year. Our maple trees, always the first to
            display autumn foliage, are repeating their annual
            performance. 
            Still, time does not
            stand still. Our children grow, our bills arrive, our
            lives go on. And in time, even our pain shifts to
            something else--something bittersweet but manageable.
            God bless those who
            have sacrificed their loved ones in this time of
            trouble. And God help us move forward as we must.
            *****
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