Eden was up before the sun this morning, as with every morning. But instead of going to seminary -- known in the Mormon world as bible study, he walked over to the high school and joined with a band of others to honor those who died on 9/11.
I wasn't there as they placed 2,791 flags into the soft grass as the sun was coming up over the hill. But I imagine that they thought about the people whom the flags represented, and what the last moments of their lives were like on that day of planes, and smoke, and crumbling towers.
Do you remember where you were, and what you were feeling then? When I listen or watch rebroadcasts on television, it brings back every memory of those moments that changed life as we knew it -- standing in the kitchen making a breakfast of scrambled eggs when the phone rang and I heard my husband say turn on the television the United States is being attacked.
Those words ushered in what felt like a strange dream. I kept thinking: when I am going to wake up and discover this is only in my imagination. It didn't happen. I remember how long it took to get up the courage to leave the house and drive across town. I was driving the only car on the road. Papers were blowing in the wind across the lanes made me feel like I was in one of those movies where you are the last living soul on Earth.
I drove to the school mid-afternoon to look at the flags -- to remember. It touched my heart that youth created this -- children who were sitting in high chairs on the day 2,791 people lost their lives.
As I watched the sea of red, white and blue fluttering in a soft breeze, it reminded me that freedom comes with a price. When we step off the watch tower, and become complacent, it is lost.
I need to remember -- especially when November rolls around. I need to do my part and research the issues. I need to read about the character of the candidates, and what they stand for. Where do they come from? Who are their friends? How do they live their lives? What qualifications to they have that make them eligible to get the job done? Wouldn't any good employer ask those questions of a person they were going to hire?
If I leave this decision up to everyone else, or decide it doesn't really matter -- then I need to accept the consequences that come with that choice. Wouldn't you agree?