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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