and there is also joy
It starts like this:
To me, September 11 will always be a happy, joyful day.
Even my memories of September 11, 2001 will be cheerful ones.
“WHY?” you may ask in horror, and then justifiably insist that I give you a damn good reason.
OK, I will. My wonderful beautiful son Eitan was born on September 11, 1996.
It was the kind of story I was hoping for: one with feelings of hope and life.
I emailed Allison, telling her that my mother-in-law's birthday is also September 11th. I wrote, Life goes on - and must go on - even in the midst of mourning.
To which she replied, If everything stopped because of mourning, Israel simply wouldn't function.
How true. Sad but true.
I think some people are misconstruing my meaning behind Voices and my reasons for writing so much about 9/11. I don't want anyone to stop living. I don't expect the world to call in sick on September 11th. The best thing anyone in mourning can do is live and hope.
I just want to remember, is all.
Go read Allison's entry. I'm going to spend a good portion of this weekend getting the rest of the contributions posted.
Happy early birthday, Eitan. I hope it is wonderful and joyful.