Trying to find the good in an awful time...

On a day like today, we Americans all take the moments of silence a little more solemnly than other days. It's hard to believe that it was 7 years ago when the towers fell in New York. It's also hard to believe that my mind has been so much more hung up on the happenings at NYC this September 11th than it was during the horrific events of 2001.

I suppose this is because Adrian Cane's passing has affected me personally. While the events of 9/11 will always be seared into our minds, how many of us knew someone that died that day? For those of you who did, heaven help you. I can only imagine the pain you must have felt; the pain you must still feel. Today gives me a sense of how you must have felt seeing continuing coverage for days on end. And while the tragedy of Adrian's death pales to the deaths of thousands it has indeed affected me more than watching the twin towers go down.

The solace comes in the realization that time can heal all wounds. My kids taught me this today. Many of them can barely remember the events of 9/11. Those that do have created memories from things they have seen since. Very few remember where they were or what exactly happened on that fateful day. Perhaps it's because they are young or maybe it's because they've lived about 50% of their life to date in a post 9/11 world.

So Mr. Cane, using this math perhaps when I'm 40 I will be able to look back and feel like this day is a distant memory. Then again... I doubt it.

Here's to everyone who's hurting from wounds both new and old. I feel you.