Remembering....

I cannot believe yesterday was the seven year anniversary.  It is most definitely the most universal event of my generation's lifetime; the one moment we all remember exactly where we were when we heard the news.   

I wish nothing but the best for the those who were, in some way, directly affected by this event through a family member or themselves.   

I hope for America, as a whole, as a family, that we have in some way completely recovered and survived.  There is some statistic that states the likelihood of parents divorcing after the loss of a child being something around 50%.  Some would argue that a bond strong enough will survive anything; alas, all bonds are human, all bonds are imperfect and therefore susceptible to faltering.

Are we really where we were before the attack?  Are we on the same track we would be?  Are we afraid to admit we are not?  Step one is admitting you have a problem; however, admitting a loss at the hands of your worst enemies seems to be a sign of weakness and defeat.  What is the healing process from something so unfathomable?  Have we, as America, fully recovered?  Could we admit it if we didn't?  Do we need to? 

So many thoughts - it could fill an endless amount of history books.  And it will.