I know today is supposed to be Sophie Sunday…but I am too wrapped up in all of the media footage today, footage from 10 years ago. My heart is too heavy to write about her antics today.

I know the air is flooded with recollections of where people were when they heard the news that America was under attack. I won't go into that…I went into that a few years ago. I have read some jaded comments about the influx of reflective conversations: it's really such a shame that empathy is a lacking trait in our population. This is an important part of healing: remembering how much something hurt, still hurts…and remembering how you found the courage to live your life.

People need to talk: let them.

9/11 took part of our innocence away forever. I remember being glued to the television trying to tell myself that this wasn't real…this wasn't happening…because this couldn't possibly happen. I was watching live footage when the second plane hit. Until I saw the shadow of that plane coming from the right of the screen, I believed I was watching a horrific accident. Even after the second plane hit, I remember someone on the news saying, "I wonder if they are having air traffic control problems." The chills still assault me when I think of the moment of realization that air traffic control had nothing to do with it and the overwhelming feeling of impermanence.

Seeing the images from that awful day again, I am just as stunned as I was then. 9/11 meant something to all of us, but I had my loved ones to lean on. My heart goes out to the people who mourned on a private level first. I can't imagine the loneliness in the midst of that mess. Several months later, our president said in a speech, "Every one of the innocents who died on September 11 was the most important person on Earth to somebody. Every death extinguished a world." I hope that this day does not give them too much pain.