I Hate September 10

September 10.

I hate this day. I might even hate it more than I hate tomorrow.

It makes me uncomfortable, anxious and sick-to-my-stomach.

But, it wasn’t until last year, after reading a meme going around Facebook and Instagram, that I completely understood why it made me feel the way I do.

It read:

“At this moment 13 years ago, millions of Americans went to bed quietly, with no thought that the next morning their world would change forever.

That night hundreds packed flight bags they would not live to open. Thousands slept with loved ones for the last time. One never knows what a new day has in store.

Let us live each day to the fullest, and never miss a chance to let those dearest to us know of our love for them.

So TONIGHT if you have someone in your life that you love, tell them …”

I cannot get through that without my tears forming in my eyes.

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