This morning we sat and watched the remembrance of those who senselessly died on 9/11. It was heartbreaking.
Two thousand, nine hundred and eighty three names. Name after name. Three hundred and fourty three of the old boys brothers. We waited for the name of the 28 year old firefighter, Christian Michael Otto Regenhard, whose funeral, among many, the old boy went to and whose picture I look at every day while in my office. Seeing the framed local newspaper article on the wall with this young mans face makes me remember every single day how real and tragic this was. How much his family and brothers must miss him. How sad it is that this young man will never get to experience all the joys life had yet to bring him. Today he and all the others, will be remembered and mourned. Today also makes me pause to think that this life is far to short. Most of all it is far to short not to enjoy every single minute. Even the tough ones. The dark moments that you think you cannot get through and the times your heart is absolutely filled with joy - all these moment are worth living for and experiencing because two thousand, nine hundred and eighty three people had these moments stripped from them. Who are we to complain? Life is to short not to make every single second count. To short not to remind yourself about the people you love, make decisions out of love and spend every moment possible doing what you love.
