I'm laying in bed feeling sorry for myself because I'm all alone while my husband is traveling for work. I've been on the verge of tears since I dropped him off at the airport tonight. Actually, given today being the 10th anniversary of the tragedies of September 11, 2001, I have been on the verge of tears all day.
I have cried during every 9/11 commercial, during the national anthem before the football game and every time I heard a tribute song played on the radio this weekend. It has been ten years but yet the sadness of that day is still so fresh. I keep thinking about all of the women who lost their husbands that day. How absolutely devastating it must be to find your soul mate, marry them and then lose them in such a tragic way.
When I put today into context, it's impossible to continue feeling sorry for myself when I know how truly blessed I really am. I am so very lucky to have found Pat, someone who completes me and makes me happier than I ever thought I could be. I am so blessed to have married him and after six years together, still enjoy every second I spend with him. I am so blessed to have someone I love so much and miss when we are apart. I am blessed to know that we will only be apart for a short time and that he will be coming back to me. I'm blessed to know that we still have the rest of our lives together.
It wasn't until this evening that I realized how much I have been taking him and what we have together for granted. I haven't been truly appreciating him and all of the wonderful things he does for me on a daily basis, just because he loves me. How selfish I am to not fully appreciate what I have, a love that was violently taken away from so many 10 years ago (and still is today for those serving our country over seas), until I'm lying here without him.
It's not that I'm incapable of being alone. It's just that life is and always will be so much better when Pat and I are together.
Thinking of all those affected by the tragedies of September 11 and all who have found their best friends and lost them. May we never forget what happened on that day or what (and who) we are so fortunate to still have.
I have cried during every 9/11 commercial, during the national anthem before the football game and every time I heard a tribute song played on the radio this weekend. It has been ten years but yet the sadness of that day is still so fresh. I keep thinking about all of the women who lost their husbands that day. How absolutely devastating it must be to find your soul mate, marry them and then lose them in such a tragic way.
When I put today into context, it's impossible to continue feeling sorry for myself when I know how truly blessed I really am. I am so very lucky to have found Pat, someone who completes me and makes me happier than I ever thought I could be. I am so blessed to have married him and after six years together, still enjoy every second I spend with him. I am so blessed to have someone I love so much and miss when we are apart. I am blessed to know that we will only be apart for a short time and that he will be coming back to me. I'm blessed to know that we still have the rest of our lives together.
It wasn't until this evening that I realized how much I have been taking him and what we have together for granted. I haven't been truly appreciating him and all of the wonderful things he does for me on a daily basis, just because he loves me. How selfish I am to not fully appreciate what I have, a love that was violently taken away from so many 10 years ago (and still is today for those serving our country over seas), until I'm lying here without him.
It's not that I'm incapable of being alone. It's just that life is and always will be so much better when Pat and I are together.
Thinking of all those affected by the tragedies of September 11 and all who have found their best friends and lost them. May we never forget what happened on that day or what (and who) we are so fortunate to still have.
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