This may sound weird but... My birthday is September 13th. At work, we celebrated my birthday yesterday afternoon, September 11th. While there was the obvious sadness of the day (morning), celebrating life in the midst of death is always refreshing. As a geriatric counselor, I'm always happy to hear of babies being born about 9 months after the death of a loved one - it's a sign of life going on.
I saw this photo for the first time yesterday:
