Today is one of my brothers’ birthday. Ten years ago his birthday was overshadowed by tragic events. Though he lives in a southern state, he was in NYC on that day for a meeting. Surreal.
Today, amid all the remembrances of a terrible day I want to make sure he knows I’m thinking of a pretty cool day – the day he joined the family!
So Happy Birthday Brother! It was so good to spend last weekend with you and everyone. Wish we could spend today together too!
Love,
Big Sis.
Change Is Hard 
September 11, 2011 at 7:09 am
Funny, I’ve been thinking about people who have birthdays and wedding anniversaries and such on this date. It’s good to read your happy, celebratory greeting to your brother. Glad you had a weekend together, too!
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September 11, 2011 at 7:19 am
Interestingly it’s also my Dad’s mother’s birthday as well. Though we never knew that growing up – that they shared a birthday. She died when I was five, he would have been only a year old.
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September 11, 2011 at 7:49 am
We are happy a good thing happened on 9-11. Happy Barkday to your Brudder.
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September 11, 2011 at 8:26 am
Nice! It is good to see remembrances of good things today.
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September 11, 2011 at 10:44 am
OK, what did he become when he grew up? I noticed he had all sorts of building toys!
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September 11, 2011 at 2:03 pm
Sara, he’s an engineer…building big industrial structures now.
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September 11, 2011 at 8:13 pm
Nice pictures. Yes I are an injineer. It is that obvious? Dang. And nice shot of little mountain.
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September 12, 2011 at 1:38 pm
Tough to share a happy day on such a tragic day but your brothers birthday came first so happiness wins. I saw a couple having wedding photo’s taken at the park on 9/11 – he was in his white Navy uniform and they looked so happy – life goes on.
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September 12, 2011 at 5:29 pm
I was hoping you’d tell me he was an engineer!!!! That’s awesome. Erector sets for grown ups.
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September 12, 2011 at 8:52 pm
Actually mostly he works in sand…and big buildings that process sand. Sort of like big buckets and shovels from the beach when we were kids…
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