This morning I sat my son down and told him that many years ago our country was hurt on this day.  That was the most simple explanation I could think of for a toddler, yet it doesn’t begin to describe what happened on September 11th, 2001 or emotions that ensued.

With each anniversary, the horror is more removed.  But I think we do well to remember.  I don’t want an anniversary to pass without acknowledging what happened and telling my son what happened.  History is passed down through history books, but it is also passed down by the pained look on someone’s face when they tell the story from their point of view.

After I told my son about the “hurt”, we said a short prayer for the families of those who died and for those who still feel the effects each day.

And we prayed for peace.  Peace among the nations and peace among the peoples.

 

 

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