I always enjoy writing about the trips I’ve taken and sharing them with you. But in honour of the upcoming tragic anniversary, I’d like to write about a trip we didn’t take.
Ten years and one month ago, Andrew and I were scheduled to travel to Vienna and Prague, to celebrate our tenth wedding anniversary. I’d seen Vienna as a backpacker in my early 20s and was looking forward to showing Andrew one of my favourite cities in the world. And seeing Prague had been a dream for years.
And then the unthinkable happened. Many have written eloquently about the horrible events of September 11, and there is little that I can add. I’ll simply say that I was at home with my then-four year old, and I couldn’t turn on the TV with her there. I relied on phone calls from my mother and Andrew to tell me what was happening. Despite their updates, when I finally watched the coverage at lunch, I literally couldn’t believe what I was seeing.
And so we cancelled our trip. The idea of being an ocean away from our children that fall was unthinkable. Some of our friends asked if we were disappointed to miss out on our holiday; I could only answer that other people’s losses were so enormous that any disappointment on our part was trivial.
Today and this weekend, my prayers are with the families and friends of the victims of September 11, 2001.