“Tragedy and comedy are roommates”, said one of the comedians who performed post-9/11. That night, to help bring New Yorkers back from grief, to move them forward, a blessed inch, beyond sorrow. ‘Laugh until you cry’ probably happened for every body, every eye during his performance that night.
The show must go on; the living must live – because of those who passed on. It’s a rite. Religious texts support it. It’s a duty. It’s American to the core.
So, how will you celebrate this day, this sad day when terrorism arrived on our shores and wrought devastation of huge magnitude and lasting ripples through our collective psyche. A date whose number has not supplanted the 4th of July but will never garner a share of its exuberance and celebration. 9-ll thoughts eclipse joy.
Will you attend a community memorial service, complete with parade and waving the flags? Will you bend a knee and say a prayer? Will you chat with your husband or neighbor, mention it to your children who were yet unborn? Or will you just go about your daily life, doing what the dead can not do, in their stead?
Honor is brought because America did not fold.
While we citizens don’t like it, tragedy is part of life on the planet, in this highly-protected, safe, and free country. We yield to its prevalence. We surmount its invasion. We bypass its attempt to take away our pride.
Honor will be preserved because people are resilient, dedicated to the personal as well as the grand scale.
Good people never forget. They forge on. Peace prevails.