Here we are, September 11, 2014.
The answer to the obvious question: I was at my office, at the church in Mart. Internet wasn’t then what it is now, so the first I heard of the day’s events was from our building’s caretaker.
“Have you heard…?”
I had not. Honestly, I wasn’t sure at first that he was talking about something real or maybe he had just dreamed us into the latest of the “Left Behind” series. It kinda sounded like that.
Once I realized it was indeed real, I did what most of us did – found a TV and glued myself to it. Wonder, worry, pray, repeat.
Today, thirteen years later, before the date kicks in in my brain, I see several “Never Forget.”
Dang. Had I forgotten?
Clearly I had not; those social media posts took me back immediately to the same day in 2001.
Perhaps, though, I had forgotten if only in the sense that Rascal Flatts had helped me “forgot” my divorce.
I had never been much of a Country Music fan, but separated and divorcing in Mart left me with a lot of alone time AND one one music video station – GAC.
I became something of a fan of country music. Looking back, it seemed an appropriate era of life to discover country music during.
Among the songs I discovered and listened to and bought and downloaded was Rascal Flatts “Moving On.”
I had a good bit of moving on that needed doing. So I did.
But I didn’t forget.
I’ll never forget September 11, 2001. But in many ways, I have moved on. I believe health, personal and social, is finding a place between the two.