Moonlit Jazz

When I woke up this morning, I stretched and found Saffy at our toes! I lifted the covers and said, “Saffy, what are you doing there?” She walked up, yawning a bit and licked me. Crazy little Yorkie!

“If I Only Had a Brain” plays softly on my stereo right now. Ahhh Harry. He’s 35! Happy Birthday, m’ dear! 😀

The A’s fall to the Angels, 5-6. GRRRRRR! Oh, but Mike Venafro pitched a little…

And so it’s the 11th of September.

On this day last year, tears fell unbidden for me as I watched the tv. I got ready for work with a heavy heart and only stayed about an hour or so. There was no reason to be there. All the courts closed and all the paperwork came back and it was all done when I left. So I went home and kept the television on. Tears and more tears. And a shaken soul in the end.

But before that one day last year, that 11th of September, I always remembered it as birthdays for Harry Connick, Jr. and our friend Shane and the wedding anniversary of the Hudsons. And I still remember it as such now. Only now it’s a little more. A sadder piece.

I wonder how the day will play. In a way, I’m lucky that I’ll be at work. We have no outside influences– no radio or television or internet. It will be business as usual. Perhaps. Who knows? I’m sure towards the end of the night I’ll be thinking about my boys and the score of the game. I don’t think I’ll be remembering the constant news reports of last year. Or the utter despair that seeped into my soul. No, I’ll be thinking about baseball.

But in the quiet moments, I’ll be thinking about those lost and those who survived. And I will rejoice in my own life. I will hold it dear to my heart…