I think I hate 9/11

As I was sitting in DQ with some friends tonight the started talking about.. oh big surprise 9/11 I must admit that It hadn't really crossed my mind until they started remembering where they were when it happened and how the felt. I sat in silence just listening and remembering what that day meant to me and it suddenly dawned on me why I've never liked talking about that day. Now in theory you're probably thinking something like "ya that was a terrible day" "such a tragedy" and don't get me wrong those things are true, but I just don't want to hear another word about it. I know it's a terrible attitude to have as a Christian but honestly I won't ever really care what happened. Now before you decide that I'm a completely terrible person and I should rot for saying that, lets rehash what I was going though.
Lets see oh yes how could I possible forget. (I didn't by the way) 9/10 ya that would be the day my dad died. Now as odd as it seams I went to school on 9/11 hoping for a normal day. I simply wanted to get lost in the ordinary so I wouldn't have to think about what had happened. Now I find that no matter how much I don't want to be reminded, it's practically a national day of remembering. Very selfishly I simply wish to say that I don't ever want to hear about it again. But as we all know that isn't likely to happen. So I guess as you all take a moment to remember all the people lost in the twin towers, pause and think of a guy who also died at home and that his family was equally affected.

Please totally ignore this blog and realize that all emotions are not necessarily observed year round. Also that I'm not always this unfeeling about other people's losses. I do realize that their deaths were incredibly more traumatic and sudden than my fathers and I'm being a bit ridiculous in the blog. Once again please totally ignore this. Thanks