Ten years…so much has happened in that time. Some good, some bad, but nothing compares to those who lost their lives in the 9/11 attacks and the familes and friends who have mourned their deaths ever since.
As I watch the commorative service I am saddened, and have cried not just today, but all week everytime there was a mention of a story on the news. Yes, I too remember what I was doing that day, but I rejoice in knowing the people I knew who worked in those buildings, including the Pentagon, all survived.
I also rejoice in the power of love – it gave the families and friends the strength to keep loving, keep living. These mourners have created a legacy of good work, good deed, and good lives. Those who died must be so proud.
I am proud to have a bride and groom, Lindsay and Brian, there honoring his uncle who was a Fire Fighter Captain whose life was lost that infamous day.
Let’s not forget that before this terrible tragedy, and since, Septemeber 11 is a day of celebration – it is the day of a child’s birth or the anniversary of a loving couple like my sorority sister Mattie and her husband Rodney. Let that be the greatest memory of the day.
I challenge everyone to remember September 12, not the fear of that day and those that followed, but the love and compassion. The sense of community and country pride that resonated throughout the country. Let’s return to that in life, work and politics. What better way to honor not only those who died on September 11, but those in the military who have died since – let’s honor them with love.