The immediate horror of that day has dimmed.
Walking through the village today it is business as usual.
Coffee at the deli.
Conversations in front of the post office.
All the normal things.
How different today than then.
In the midst of Irma and Harvey and devastating fires in the West and the normal day in/day out responsibilities of work, I have tried to pay attention to the day on the calendar. So much has changed. I wish I could say for the better. I wish I could say that because of what took place 16 years ago as a nation we had become stronger and more united and more understanding, but I think the opposite is true. We have become more fearful and more divided and much more suspicious of the stranger in our midst. Even when they have lived next door for years. For that, and for all whose lives were more directly impacted by terrorist attack than mine, I grieve. Maybe someday we will find a better way forward.