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Saturday, September 23, 2006


I warn you ahead of time that this post is not about anything. Like Seinfeld, but without the humor. I haven't been posting alot lately because work has been busy and blah blah blah...I am boring even myself at this point.

Therefore, I give you the following conversation with my husband:

Me: I think the curtains should be 14" long

Him: (measuring the 14" so I can see where they will fall to) Here? Noooooo...too long...

Me: No, I think they are fine there. Any shorter and they will look weird.

Him: The dining room curtains are shorter-

Me: (interrupting) and they look weird.

Him: You don't like the dining room curtains?

: Where did my life go wrong? We used to talk about where we were going to meet up with everyone on Friday night. Now I'm talking about curtains. What happened to spending all our free money on beer and hanging out with our friends. And what about The Gap. Are we too old for The Gap? Suddenly life is just going to work all the time, saving our money, overfunding our life insurance for investment purposes, which rug do you think looks best in this room, permits for additions to the house...and timing when we have sex for optimal baby making. Why does everything have to be so complicated? WHO GIVES A SHIT ABOUT CURTAINS!!!! I don't want to think about what college is going to cost in 18 years and the best plan to prepare for it-I ALREADY WENT TO COLLEGE! And I have to tell you, I wouldn't mind going back.

: (looking seriously upset and concerned) We're not too old for The Gap. Are we?

Monday, September 11, 2006

I have not met her

She is a girl that I have not met. But I feel inexplicably linked to her. I don't know why, because what binds me to her is nothing that I have ever experienced. Nothing that I have ever known. The things she has gone through are things I pray will never touch me. She has seen the face of evil and been to the depths of a true hell that although I imagine, I can not ever really understand.

I have not met her, but I cry for her. And though I feel for her, feel with her, I never reach out to her. She will never know me, never know the nights I have thought of her, prayed for her. Never know the pain I feel for her. It would be hard to introduce myself, let alone tell her I somehow understand. Because maybe I don't understand. It would seem impossible to know what she feels, what she goes through, but I can't help thinking that I do know, I do understand, in some small way.

We are, in so many ways, alike. She is my age, she has dreamt my dreams, and hoped my hopes. We were on the same path a few years ago. But today, my life is a reminder of what could have been for her. She should be where I sit today. But she is so far from where I am, her life so drastically different.

She is a bride whose groom was taken from her on 9/11...a few months before the church doors would have swung open and she would have made that long walk down the aisle to the man that would take her as his wife with tears in his eyes. They would have danced, like we danced. They would have opened presents like we opened presents. They would have honeymooned, like we honeymooned. And she might have kept a blog of all the insignificant moments that make her marriage wonderful.

But she has no insignificant moments. She has one moment. A moment in time that changed not her life, but her very being. And while write a blog about things I don't want to forget, insignificant things he says or does, she struggles to remember his smell, the sound of his voice, the feel of his hand on the small of her back.

I have not met her. She is a friend of my husband's from college and she is my September 11th. She is my touch stone of how bad it can get, how much hurt there was. But she is also a reminder of resiliance, how strong you could be if you had to. She is a reminder of what my life could have been but for the grace of God. And in a strange way, she is what I imagine the grace of God to be.

I think about her more than I would admit to anyone, even my husband. It sounds too crazy, I know. I thought of her when we were shopping in Williams Sonoma for the wedding, and again when we picked out halloween costumes last year. And each time she floats through my thoughts, it hurts deep inside me...a fleeting sadness that is deeper than anything I have known. And I am acutely aware that while it is fleeting for me, that pain is never gone for her.

I thought of her when I stood alone, in a side room waiting for my Dad to come tell me it was time to walk down the aisle. I haven't ever met her, but I know her.

She is me, but for the grace of God.