While the rest of the country is reflecting on this day 11 years ago my thoughts have been on my sister. Today would have been her 52nd birthday had we not lost her two months ago. As unreal as it seems that 11 years have gone by since we were brought to our knees by an act of cowardice by terrorists, it is equally unreal that yesterday marked the 2 month anniversary of when this family was brought to its knees. I talk about Debbie in my blog of 7/21 when the shock was still fresh. I had to recount to yet another medical provider the facts of her illness(es) and death yesterday. I’m beginning to think my expectations of the medical community are unreasonable. While I know they share information regarding my treatment between them, not one doctor has included the fact that my only sibling died unexpectedly in their reports. Yet, they all want to be kept abreast of changes in family medical history. Annoying is an understatement.
Today is exactly the kind of September day it was 11 years ago on Debbie’s 41st birthday when America changed forever. Bright sun, impossibly blue skies, cool air. A perfect day for remembrance. In a bit some of her family and friends will gather. We’ll visit the cemetery and then have dinner together and celebrate. Not everyone can make it but those of us that can will raise a glass and remember.