So, Osama is dead. I don't really have any personal opinions on the matter. I'm glad he can't kill anymore people, innocent or otherwise, but I don't see cause to celebrate in the crude fashion that so many other Americans have chosen to do so. Huge celebrations in major cities with people pouring champagne on each other like it's New Years Eve are just appalling. Someone died. Not innocent, but why can't we be more civilized than the people who attacked the U.S. ten years ago? I remember the videos of people celebrating in the streets after thousands of Americans died in the World Trade Center, the Pentagon, and in a field. I remember how horrified I was then and the feeling is the same now.
When I look back at 9/11, I don't think of the innocent victims anymore. I think about the man who was cheating on his wife or beating her every night. I think about the alcoholic woman whose drinking was tearing her family apart. These are people who were likely very real. Their deaths probably made life easier for someone else and you know what? I can understand that. Maybe it's my ability to feel empathy for someone else's situation, but those are the victims' families that I support the most. It's crass to some I'm sure, but not everyone who died that day was a saint and trying to beatify them is just dishonest. That being said, there are plenty of victims who were wonderful people. People who called their parents from inside a towering inferno just to say goodbye and I love you. Should the death of their killer be celebrated though? I really can't say yes. I'm glad he's gone, but I can't celebrate it. Doesn't he win that way? I spent a good hour talking to my brother, who lived in New Haven, CT at the time, about how it affected him. He's overjoyed that Osama is dead, but it brought back every single memory he had about that day and the weeks that followed. Being a church organist, he had to play for countless funerals for people who died and heard their stories with tears in his eyes every time. It's upsetting to hear that from him, but even so, I cannot celebrate Osama's death. Instead I fear what is to come. What kind of retaliation do they have in mind? When will it come? Who's going to die because of this? It scares the living hell out of me to be brutally honest.
In other news, I got a puppy. I've named her Clara, and I keep wanting to call her Piper. Piper was the dog my ex-husband gave me as a wedding present and then gave away to some animal shelter because he didn't feel like taking care of her. I still haven't forgiven him for that move. Anyways, Clara reminds me so much of Piper in looks and behavior. She's so much fun. She plays almost all day and loves to explore everything around her. We're working on house breaking her, but for the most part L loves her. He's a little disappointed that she's not more active when he's around, but that's understandable. She's still a puppy and still growing a lot so she needs to sleep in between bursts of puppy energy. I'm just absolutely in love with her.
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