Several years ago, I wrote briefly about my experience in the CNN DC Bureau newsroom on 9/11/01. I don’t know that I’ll ever write more – it just brings back all the misery and heartbreak of the day. Remembering is hard enough. I will always remember.
9/11/09 was very different. Mr. Wonderful, my Daughter and I dropped our Boy off at college. No, I didn’t just slow down the car and toss him out.
He was so happy and excited, ready to start his new life. We were happy for him – being in the presence of such palatable joy is, um – joyful. It was a very good day. University of North Carolina School of the Arts is a beautiful place. I'm really proud of him. He's known for a long time exactly what he wants to do and he's going for it with a single minded geronimo aplomb. How great is that?
Mr. W and my Daughter slept most of the ride home – so it was easy for me to speed along and have my cry. I wanted to raise my kids to have roots and wings. I wanted them to launch into happy, successful adults. I have no regrets – except maybe that it went by so fast.
Mr. W is at CNN in the middle of a big technical upgrade. Except for dropping off the Boy, he hasn’t had a day off work in the last 15. My Daughter is out with friends.
The house is really empty and silent. Tonight didn’t feel like the time to seek out company. Right now I’m mostly quiet – lots of memories, lots of emotions to process. Hopefully, in a few days, I’ll be back to being me – not too serious, ready to laugh.
It’s time for some Lutheran Sleep Response. Anytime can be nap time.