Today is our 12th anniversary. It is also the 10th anniversary of the breath taking horror that was inflicted upon our country.
I remember that day so clearly. A phone call that woke us up. I thought it was my mother-in-law, having forgotten the time change, calling from Cleveland to wish us happy anniversary. Instead it was one of our neighbors saying turn on the tv. I turned it on just in time to see the first tower collapse.
I had spent 2 1/2 years commuting to New York for work. The office was a few short blocks from the Trade Center and the hotel where I frequently stayed was at the base of the towers. I'd been to Windows on the World for dinner. I couldn't help but think of my friends were they caught in the chaos and the wonderful staff at the hotel who were so pleasant when I'd drag myself into the lobby at midnight having just flown across the country. What about the delightful people at the Japanese restaurant who made me and my book feel like we were part of the place. All those people in the underground shopping area, the PATH train station that emptied into the towers. All those people in the towers. All those people.
It was a day spent glued to the tv because I couldn't look away I couldn't disrespect the people who had died and the survivors by looking away.
Today it's been 10 years. How our world has changed. There are children who've only known a world in which we are at war, of heightened security, of their parents being hyper vigilant about their safety.
Let us never forget.