Nine

Nine is such a small number in the infinite span that is our number system. Yet, small as it is, it marks the time since our lives, our worlds, were changed forever by actions that even now, make little sense despite the knowledge of how and why that we have gained.

What saddens me is that my grandchildren will never know a world prior to the events of September 11th, 2001. They will live their lives knowing nothing but the reality we have before us. I remember, though. I remember a world with a little less fear, a little less knowledge of how we can be hated just for being. Part of my job now is to teach them defiance in the face of global fear. It is my job - everyone's job, really - to smile, to laugh, to dance, love, to live with joy, compassion, laughter, and a positive outlook for the future.

So today, we celebrated Amadea's birthday, for the third time in four days. We laughed, we ate cake and ice cream, and generally had a good time. Memories of that day in the not-too-distant past were set aside. Not forgotten, simply tucked into a corner of my heart and mind. I will not forget, but I refuse to let that day define my future. I will continue to face my fears, and smile as I do so.