Tuesday, September 11, 2007


It took me six years, but I'm putting some of the pieces together.

Six years ago today, September 11, 2001, was my first day back at work after my wedding/honeymoon. I arrived at work just in time for the news reports to start flooding in.

Did the universe know something I didn't, or was this all some cruel coincidence?

The morning we left for our trip, the limo driver called to say he wasn't coming because he overslept.

We got to our destination, but our luggage didn't. It caught up to us in about eight hours.

The resort screwed up our billing so badly I spent time every day trying to ensure we weren't charged for the Presidential Suite.

And then, we came home. Mr. & Mrs. Rathunde went to work only to find our country under attack. The icing on the cake, I suppose.

Was all of the crap associated with our wedding trying to warn me that I was not going to live happily ever after? And would I have done anything differently even if I thought so? Hell, I don't know. But it kept me up last night. And tonight's not looking a whole lot better.


Anonymous said...

I kind of like who you are today, kind of a lot, so I hope the answer is no you wouldn't do anything differently because then we wouldn't be friends and ya know, I really don't know what I would have done without you this past year.

So, live today like it was meant to be and be happy because I love you.

You can't have the sweet without the sour. You know sour, so the sweet is that much sweeter.

mags said...

Thank you, honey. You make me smile.