I'm not having a particularly good morning.
I lost most of yesterday to a particularly vicious migraine, brought about (no doubt) by the combined forces of Fall arriving with a bang and sending my older daughter off the Middle School. I got nothing done yesterday, except a really long cuddle with Edward. I haven't mailed the relish packages yet.
It's raining and cool and very windy. Our recycling spilled everywhere and in the midst of dashing kids to school at different times to different schools, I had to find a second to clean it up. In the rain. And the wind.
I'm still wearing two different sneakers. I still have a headache. I have that unsettled feeling that comes when you didn't get to spend the quality time you crave with your loved ones.
And then, you know, I remembered.
I remembered that thousands of people had the worst day of their lives on this day in 2001 --a bad morning that will never stop. Thousands of kids lost one or both parents. Hundreds of communities lost some of their finest public servants.
For them, there is no Edward kitty who will make everything all better. There are wounds that even time cannot heal.
Hug your babies (furry and otherwise) if you've got them.
And never forget.