Patriot’s Day, April 15, 2013


Patriot’s Day
April 15, 2013
On a perfect spring afternoon, sirens interrupt my raking. Racing down the road a quarter mile away, they drown the church bells announcing the hour and move on. My thoughts are on the sirens a hundred miles away where foot sore runners, every muscle aching, saw their triumph obliterated, exploding into loss. And we across the nation, who had already checked the stats and postings, are snared in the vortex of media, watching and waiting.
A triumphal day commemorating freedom becomes another day of tragedy. Our souls rise up from the shadows of our forefathers, questioning the threats but find no ready answers. Who did this? Why? Is this the work of invaders or some misguided youth? On the cornerstone of freedom, no quick answers wait. And so we pause, a moment of silence.
We mourn the dead. We cry for the injured. We linger, brushing away our tears, searching for resolutions that may never cross the finish line.


About theonceandfutureemptynest

Transitions! Every couple has them: First newlyweds; then parents, then empty nesters. After raising three girls, our nest was empty--just my husband, myself, and three dogs. I taught English to middle school and high school students; my husband was a corporate drudge. Life was good. We went on vacations, had romantic dinners, and enjoyed the peace and quiet. Then a daughter came home. We relocated from California to Connecticut and found ourselves on new adventures.
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2 Responses to Patriot’s Day, April 15, 2013

  1. Ginny says:

    I told Dana yesterday that it grieves me that the world our generation is leaving her and future generations is nothing like the one we grew up in.

  2. I watch my grandson and I think about today’s world, especially sitting in the shadow of Newtown. Sometimes I see a ray of hope in the strength of our children. I learned about the explosion at the marathon because Liz saw it on a newsfeed. We became glued to the television. I found myself thinking about you and Marcia, and teaching on 9/11, itself a day of infamy. That was one of the most difficult days of my teaching career, of my life. Every generation has its moments to rise up and show the world who we are. This is one. But these moments are so hard.

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