Today, being the anniversary of the 9-11 terrorist attacks, is a sober one for many of our readers. My heart is with those of you who are mourning and remembering.
I like to mark the various anniversaries of my life, both happy and sad. For example, each year on the day that my leg was amputated due to cancer, I spend a moment reflecting on how my life has changed since that terrible day. And on the happier end of things, my spouse and I just celebrated our wedding anniversary with a special weekend together. As we did so, we reflected back on each of the 17 years since we married and remembered how we had celebrated, which was so very fun. We were married on September 2nd of 1992, so our anniversary is 09.02.92. What an easy date to remember!
Just a few days ago, on 09.09.09, something else momentous happened in our life, which may well be a date that we will mark for a long time to come. On Wednesday evening, my husband was excommunicated from the church on the charge of apostasy. I was invited to testify on his behalf in that somber gathering, and held his hand as we were ushered out of the office door after the verdict was rendered.
Often, when I think of the anniversaries of traumatic events, I mark the time as “before” and “after.” For example, I think of how carefree and confident my life was before I was diagnosed with cancer, I remember how secure I felt before the 9-11 attacks, and so forth. I’m not sure yet how I will come to think of the impact of our 09.09.09 anniversary. I imagine that it will be very complicated, just as the event itself was.
If you’re inclined to leave a comment on this post, please tell me about a day that changed your life–for the good and/or the bad. (Note: please, please don’t comment on excommunication in a general way. My emotions are too fragile for that at this time.). I want to hear your stories, friends. That’s what I need most right now.