Feeling patriotic

I feel like I am an everyday patriot, but I am not sure what that really means.

I am mindful of our democracy and all that brings us. I am sorry for those everyday folks and heroes that lost their lives six years ago. I am sorry for the families left behind.

I appreciate our troops for serving our country and putting themselves in harm’s way. I am sorry that I don’t agree with the cause that is costing some of them their lives. I am sorry that I will not go into detail on why I don’t agree.

I am not a political person and I don’t want to play one on these interwebs. In fact, I started rambling on about it not being worth saving a buck on gasoline and why does W feel the need to make up for his daddy’s mistake? Yeah, I started down that path and I just deleted it out of here.

It doesn’t matter.

What does matter is that I remember what happened six years ago.

I remember almost everything about that day and how I felt. The initial shock of hearing what happened just as I got into work in Boston after getting on a conference call. Not being able to get on these interwebs because they were crushed by demand for information. The feeling of dread coming on as the day progressed with the realization that there could be more attacks coming. The sudden need to get out of the city with my Mom as soon as we could. Wanting to get home to be with Noelle and her wanting me home to comfort her. Riding the subway with the fear that someone was going to release a gas or bomb it. Witnessing an entire subway car of people stare down a man wearing a turban. Feeling sorry for him having to endure the stares and whispers, but also feeling uneasy about him being in the same car as me. Being glued to the television news all night. Going to sleep with an eerie, quiet night sky without airplanes flying to and from Logan.

I think to be an everyday patriot, I need to remember these thoughts on the other 364 days besides today.