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We are a people who tell stories in one form or another.
After all isn't blogging just another way to gather around and tell those stories?

Motherhood is Painless is about finding the humor in the every day. In finding the happiness in those stories that we tell. What would happen if we *all* learned to laugh at ourselves? Maybe then the dark corners would recede a bit and we would all rejoice at the love we find there.

Wednesday, September 10, 2014

Requiem

I don't think I've ever written about it. For too long, the memories were too raw and fresh to need to commit them to paper. But that was thirteen years ago, and images fade, eventually.

Looking out the window and seeing the impossible, on what had been perfect day.

I was at the gym, and someone came in and told us the news, so I ran to the roof and looked for myself. Went to the office, because that was a safe place. Our windows faced south. I called my parents, Dave, my friends.

We watched.
We held each other and cried. We went home, some walked miles in unsuitable shoes, borrowed and broken shoes. I was lucky, I was able to get a subway home with Dave.

I had forgotten the pain until this morning, looking at the beautiful clear, blue of the sky. It washed over me suddenly, when I wasn't expecting it to. It was so very long ago.


3 comments:

Jill Whitley said...

Oh, Diane. I'm so sorry. New York seemed so far away to me as I watched the events of 9/11 unfold on television-- I can't imagine how much more horrible it was to watch from your own window.

Andrea Bates said...

So long ago, and just the same so easily brought back. That clear blue sky. Amazing.

Sending you hugs.

Grampa said...

Love you.