Mother's Day

Happy [belated] Mother's Day, Mum. 


I love you and I miss you.


I wish I could have given you a hug yesterday.....

"I've never wished a man dead, but I have read some obituaries with great pleasure."

Last night, I watched President Obama announce live on BBC that Osama bin Laden was killed in Pakistan.

As I watched his speech, my mind went racing as I remembered that day ten years ago as if it had just happened. I woke up around 7:15 to the radio hosts talking about how the World Trade Center had been bombed. I turned on the TV in my room just as the first Tower fell. I remember just sitting there in shock. I ran to my parents' bedroom and woke up my mom, saying the WTC Tower was bombed. She said something like, "Again??" and turned on the small TV in her bedroom. I remember her eyes getting so wide as we both sat there watching the live coverage. And suddenly the second plane came and we couldn't take our eyes off of it as it struck the second Tower, and it fell.

I remember walking about in a daze, in shock that it had happened. I remember thinking that this must have been what Pearl Harbor had felt like. The utter shock, vulnerability, anger, and sadness that it had happened...that so many people had died.

It's been [almost] ten years, but you could never forget the images and footage of all the ash, soot, debris...everything.

Now, Osama Bin Laden is dead.

As my hubby said, "I mourn that a man made in the image of God made choices that brought him to a place where he committed mass murder.

I do not mourn the fact that his choices lead to his death. He made his choices, and he paid the price for those choices. It took almost 10 years...but we got him."

I pray for the families of those who were lost on that day. I pray for the soldiers, at home and deployed. And I pray that this war will come to an end soon.