We Have to "Do Something"

It's September 11, 2006. Five years have come and gone since Tom left us and those magnificent towers came tumbling down.

I realized last night, when I wasn't sleeping, that I try to pretend this day is like any other day. Get up, go to work, keep living life. But I am barely through the first cup of coffee and I am sabotaged by grief. This isn't like any other day for me. What's more, it isn't like any other day for the rest of the people in this country.

When my sister Mary and I were at Fort Snelling National Cemetery this afternoon we realized we need a ritual for this day. A plan for ourselves and our families. So here is the plan. We're "going to do something," which were Tom's last words to Deena from Flight 93, minutes before they stormed the cockpit.

Mary suggested we do some kind of volunteering as a family on this day. We decided to take the afternoon off to volunteer as a group. The decision about where to lend a hand will rotate; Mary will decide for 2007. Then we'll all have dinner together and celebrate Tom's life and actions with great food and plenty of wine and champagne. We'll put a trip to the cemetery sometime in the day and encourage family members to attend mass or a church service in the morning.

I like this plan. I hope the rest of the family will too.
Pray for those who lost their lives today, for their families, and for peace.

Much love.

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