Monday, December 07, 2009
There are only 365 days in a year. Some of them are bound to get reused. December 7th to those of us who are descended from US veterans of WWII will always be Pearl Harbor Day. But it got a better name when my youngest sister gave birth to a daughter on that day, 17 or 18 years ago (I've lost track, mea culpa)!
Today it took on significance as my son boarded a plane for his delayed trip to the Middle East. It's a month and two days after the events at Fort Hood.
Don't know if anyone (besides geeky me) noted that the Fort Hood shootings reused a date, too. Guy Fawkes day is celebrated in the UK on November 5th. That day recognizes a failed rebellion. holidays.kaboose.com/guy-fawkes-day-
September 11th is also a reused date for me. In 1949, my parents married on that day. By 2001, both were gone, so did not see the black mark on their day. I guess the point of all of this is that life goes on. We soon return to routine. Numbers on a page are our triggers to remember: remember the good, remember the bad, remember the sacrifices, remember the rewards.
We now return to the treadmill, to augment the snow shoveling of the morning for exercise!