A recent editorial in the Post & Courier asked if Americans are tired of revisiting the tragedy of the terrorist attacks of September 11, 2001.
In the article, a Massachusetts woman says this:
“I may sound callous, but doesn’t grieving have a shelf-life? We’re very sorry and mournful that people died, but there are living people. Let’s wind it down.”
Yeah, I’d say callous is a good word.
There seems to be a fine line between wanting to come together in some kind of collective expression of grief and experience just enough unity to convince yourself (even if only for a moment) that we’re not all so different after all, and being “over” something because it puts a cramp in your otherwise-happy little life.
Once you cross that line, there is rarely any going back.
The families of the people who died six years ago today can’t go back, either. I’d quickly wager that they wish they could.
I wonder if this person also resents December 7, the original date to live in Infamy, on which the people lost in the attack at Pearl Harbor are remembered.
One day per year to commemorate what happened shouldn’t be too much to ask. There are other things to do, if you really don’t want to take part. It may require a little extra effort, but given what those who lost someone went through, that shouldn’t be so much to ask, either.