I remember laughing in my blue Saturn at NPR as they discussed Bushisms. I remember carrying my infant daughter up the stairs to our house. I remember sitting on my couch, opening the bag of donuts. I remember turning on my TV to the Today Show.
At first it was awe. At first it was confusion. At first it was an accident.
Matt Lauer interviewed a woman who described the first tower. The first plane. The first fire.
Then the second hit. Live on TV. Live in front of the world.
Confusion turned to fear, anxiety and determination.
I left the uneaten donuts, the live TV, scooped up my daughter and raced back to the school to get my son. Never noticing how blue and beautiful the sky was that day.
The sky is beautiful and blue today and I remember.
To all those who were lost 9 years ago, to those who have served us and protected, to those who raced in when lower Manhattan was covered in ash, I remember you.
How could I ever forget?
To those who’ve preached tolerance amidst fear and misinformation, to those who’ve started to rebuild, to those who’ve carried on despite their losses, I thank you.
How could I not?
It is more than a moment of silence. It is a lifetime of memory and slowly healing wounds. It is a day for every American, every citizen of the world, every human to reflect on an event that will never be forgotten.
How could we?