For weeks I wondered what I would do in this space on this day. It seemed wrong for me to let it pass, unacknowledged, 10 years later, such a long 10 years. We lived in New Jersey in one of those towns so closely touched, and I have my stories, but I don't want this to be about me. Not in that way.
I have, as I mentioned a few posts back, when lamenting about the floods, been thinking about tragedies and traumas recently. Tonight I watched The King's Speech, and at the end, when he gave his speech as World War II began, I got chills. There is so much beauty in the world and and also sadness and evil and grace and kindness. Tragedy is especially horrifying when it is totally unexpected. We expect floods and earthquakes and wars--somewhere in our psyches we are a little bit prepared for them--we've heard of them before, they are terrible but not necessarily shocking in their generalities, but in their details. Flying planes into skyscrapers was shocking. Columbine was shocking. What happened on that island in Norway in July was shocking.
Demie, who is Greek but lives in Norway, posted on her blog yesterday a song I very much like, and here it is:
Today is Sunday, and I will take a walk and reflect and pick flowers and maybe read and bake some cookies. I will tell my children I love them, and I will watch my New York football Giants play the Washington Redskins. And I hope that I remember to do an unexpected kindness for someone.