8 years is such a long time... when you are measuring in hungry, or cold, or tired, or even excited. But when you measure that 8 years with love, it is but a blink of an eye. When you are missing your loved ones it is just a moment ago they were here and now they are gone.
Today marks the 8th anniversary of 9/11. I am saddened that I was unable to answer the call this year and participate in honoring those who lost their lives. All 2996 of them. Life has a way sometimes of interjecting its head in when we don't really want it.
If anyone should read this and want to read many of the tributes to these innocent lives that were suddenly lost, please visit Project 2996 and visit some wonderful blogs. http://project2996.wordpress.com/
About Me
- Auntie Lyn
- all about me: It's hard to write about me. I'm not sure how I really define myself now. I am now a 61 year old widow of 16 years this past August 3. My husband and best friend died of a sudden heart attack instantly in my arms with no previous warning of trouble. My life has gone on without explanation, and I have been able to find joy and peace with living again... but I still miss my best friend every day. I found that the grief has made me harder in many many ways, but also softer and more empathetic. I have very little patience for the meaningless gibberish of the 'world', but all the patience in the world for humanity. I could care less what things I leave behind when I die, but how I live every day, and how sound I sleep at night mean everything to me. My family mean the world to me, and I am affectionately known as :Auntie Lyn: from those that matter most.
Auntie's Brood
the reason behind the rhyme
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