There are those moments that move the world. In my small space, not only am I deeply moved and saddened by the horror September 11, 2001, but personally I feel selfish too. Selfish because that day was my 60th birthday.
I awoke that morning of 9-11 to see the twin towers come crashing to the ground. I sat immobile, sipping my coffee, frozen in the horror of the hours before me knowing that war was to come.
Until this year, I have been unable to celebrate another year of life in the midst of so much death and horror. Others with the same birthday won’t even talk about the day, and there are some that moved their birthday to another space in time.
Tonight I will go out to dinner with the Great Geezer. A quiet meal by the bay while other’s mourn. A time with Gee to say thank you for being there for me.