On Sunday, we took our son to see the Healing Field in my town (have I told you how much I love my town?) to commemorate those who perished on 9/11.
Of course, each flag had a tag to explain who we lost. Who were they? What did they like to do? What family did they leave behind?
Flag after flag we read. We walked in near silence, and we cried. Okay, I cried. They were just silent.
Some stunning numbers to remember.
My son was only 2-years old at the time of the attack, and I vividly remember struggling to keep to our daily schedule on that day. We sat glued to the television screen while trying to be “normal” for him.
While it was a horrible lesson to have to teach him, it was a lesson nonetheless. The visual perspective of what this country suffered on that day brought up a lot of conversations for us and is something he will remember for years to come.
If you’d like to know more about Healing Field, you can visit their website. They offer various versions of the display and list where upcoming events are taking place. Have you been to one? Perhaps you can share your experience with others in the comments. Everyone has their personal story, and I’d love to hear them.