In memory of tragedy

On this tenth anniversary of September 11–

Each day I make the bed, wash some dishes, put things away.  Each day I nourish my body and the bodies of my family.  Each day I dress, go, do.  And each night, I rest, only to do it all again the next day.  If I am so lucky.

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  1. Lori Taber

    Well said. Worth remembering.

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