Even after nine years I have a hard time tearing myself away. It's like time stands still as I watch them fall, down down down, all over again. I'm back to being 21, away from home, away from everything I know. It's hard to not feel helpless. I personally know someone who lost family, that day. It's hard enough to lose someone you're close to. It's worse to watch it live on national television. I don't know how he found his ray of sunlight, but he did. That gives me hope for this world. And where is my sunshine? He's right here. He's two years old, today.
It's not a birthday I would have chosen for him, but I think it's important to remember that the Earth did not stop turning, that Tuesday morning. There is hope in each new baby, the promise of new life and a new generation. I'm doing my best to make sure he's an active force for change, away from fear and hatred, working toward forgiveness and understanding. He is why I continue to live my life the best I can. He and his siblings are my my rays of light.
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Awwww. He looks so sweet in that photo.
I didn't realize he and I shared a birthday!
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