Goosebumps

All day long.

I sometimes wonder if a body can be programmed to melancholy on certain dates. Do we do that to ourselves? Certain days on the calendar – anniversaries of births, or deaths, or national moments – will the dates always evoke this bittersweet sensation of love and hate combined?

Perhaps.

For now I know that I am not impressed with how we have landed as a nation twelve years later. In fact, in current vernacular, I’d say we suck. I hope we have what it takes to reverse that.

Oh, yes. I grieve for the lives lost; the lives that were changed, not for the better. But I also grieve for the country we had those first few months following the attacks. The unity. I miss it.

Dear America. Kindly pull yourself together. You’ve become just a wee bit embarrassing.

Love,

Cindy

Comments

  1. Yeah…