HERE). It was a day that changed our family forever (as it did for so many). It didn't just change the story of our family for the time we spent proudly as a military family... it changed it for the rest of our lives. It changed every day. It changed every night. It changed the very fabric of who we are.
It also monumentally changed our nation. Every man, woman, and child felt a sense of loss and fear that had been long forgotten by our nation. We mourned. We cried. We screamed. We were lost.
But, in all of the loss suffered, all of the lives forever changed, all of the bad, horrible, tragic things that came out of that day... we also rallied TOGETHER.
We woke on September 12th as a cohesive, albeit broken, nation. A nation bound together by loss, entwined by disbelief, linked on the most basic, human levels imaginable by a shared goal and purpose... the drive to prevent more devastation and rebuild.
A few months ago I had the honor and overwhelmingly sobering experience to visit the 9/11 Memorial and Museum in New York. It was something I felt drawn to do but at the same time was very honestly afraid of... I was afraid to face those emotions, to face that place, to stand there where so much had changed for me, for my family, for my country. I didn't know what I would do with the reality of being there in the place where so many of my fellow Americans had lost their lives... in the place that had effectively started the wars in Iraq and Afghanistan and where so many others had lost life, limb, or their sense of peace.
I was right to be scared. But, I was also right to go. It not only reminded me of loss... it reminded me of all that had come from those ashes.
We collectively as a nation saw on that day, and have seen in the years since, shining examples of courage, sacrifice, and community.
We have seen the GOOD in us. We have seen the parts in our hearts and souls that spur us to aide one another at all costs. We have seen the cost and innate beauty of liberty. We have been privileged enough to watch heroes at work, on TV, in our communities, and in our own homes, for more than a decade.
But, we still have decades to go. We cannot now lose sight of those things. We cannot stop acting. We cannot stop helping. We cannot stop pushing.
If we do, those beautiful heroes we've seen at work... and the families they love... will be lost a piece at a time.
All because they stood up.
Please spend today not only remembering, but planning... purposefully planning to remain an active participant in helping the heroes in your community find their way back mentally and physically to the home they defended.
REMEMBERING WITH ACTION,
Proud wife of an OIF Veteran
Founder of FamilyOfaVet.com - an organization dedicated to helping heroes and their loved ones survive and thrive after combat with real world info about PTSD, TBI, and Life After Combat!