Did you know that about me? I should list it in the ‘about me’ part of the blog.
I cry at the drop of the hat. Literally – I would feel bad for the hat that was dropped and the person who dropped it. By cry, I mean that my eyes fill with tears and a few spill over. Not sobbing, but definitely leaves me in need of a tissue.
I cry when I watch any reality singing show. When the performers get up there and sing, tears start to well. And if the song comes with a sob story, it’s over. The dam breaks.
I cry when I watch Glee, and they sing. I cry when the commercials come on for Hallmark cards, or Maxwell House coffee (goin’ old school there). I even cried when Dexter had to kill his brother in Season 1.
But what really gets the tears aflowin?
The National Anthem.
Every time I hear it, I cannot sing the entire song because I get too choked up. Every. Single. Time. At the sounders games? Forgetaboutit. I am always trying to hide the tears under my sunglasses.
September 11th was a day which will forever hurt my heart. I was devastated by that day and the days that followed. Seriously. I didn’t know anyone that died but my heart broke for those that did.
On the first anniversary, I went to a memorial in Seattle with my dear friend, Kim. She was so sweet to me that day. As I stood there absolutely bawling my eyes out, she just put her arm around me and let me go to town.
In subsequent years, I’ve managed to distance myself from the emotional toil of that day, but I still cannot watch a show or read an article about September 11th without the tears. It is still very raw for me, but I can at least function through the day.
This year, as I was driving to work, I was greeted by streets lined with American flags. It literally stopped me in my tracks. I often wonder what happened to the patriotism of those days, as you don’t see it so much anymore. But these flags all over the streets and corners…took my breath away. They were beautiful to see, and I knew I had to get some photos.
September 11th will always be a day that triggers deep emotions with me, much like older generations feel about the day Kennedy was shot or Jim Morrison died…. it will never be forgotten but as the years go by, I hope that the sadness will lessen.
There is a bright side to that day too…Sept 11, 2002 was the day before the first date with my husband. Knowing myself as I do, I knew better than to set up our first date on the 11th, so we made it the 12th. That’s now our wedding anniversary!