Today was 9/11. Today was my day off. I woke up later in the morning. Mrs. Fuzz made breakfast for the kids and needed me to get a few things for her from the store. It was a quick and uneventful trip. The neighborhood seemed the same today as it does every other day. No flags, no stillness, just the normal noise and feel.
Periodically I thought about the towers, the pentagon, and the field. I thought about the people responsible and the people who died. I didn't talk about it but it was heavy on my mind throughout the day. Every year on this day I ask myself the same question: how do you honor the dead on the anniversary of such a horrific event?
I think the answer is different for everyone and maybe it changes with time. I remember being confused and in awe on the day it happened. At first I thought it was a horrible accident. Then as the news started to come in that it wasn't an accident, but a terrorist attack, I remember feeling despair and then anger. I couldn't believe that anyone would try, let alone succeed, in such an act against the most powerful nation on earth.
So today, I revisited those feelings quietly to myself. Today the answer to this question was this. Today to honor the dead, I can be better. I am lucky enough to be alive. I have a beautiful wife and children. I have a job I love that allows me to contribute in a tiny way to the fight. So I can be better in the hopes that I will someday deserve what I am so blessed to have. I can be a better son. I can be a better father. I can be a better husband. I can be a better brother. I can be a better cop. I can be a better person.
I tried to do that today. I hope I succeeded.