I can’t believe it’s been 12 years. I still felt a knot in my stomach when I woke up today. I still cried listening to the radio coverage of the various memorials taking place across the country. I’m less afraid than I was 12 years (or even 2 years) ago. I’m more optimistic for the future.
This year is the first time, for me at least, that this has felt like a true memorial- a day to celebrate the lives of those who were lost and come together to think about why our lives as Americans are so blessed- than a reopening of wounds. That’s just my experience though. I know this day is still incredibly painful for many, and for that, my heart is heavy.
I’ll try to be more grateful, less harried today. I’ll talk to the ones I love and not take this life for granted. I’ll remember.