Today is 9/11. Time has healed many wounds, but not all. Never all.
Normally the days go by, and we don't think about what happened 7 years ago. Today we remind ourselves.
I try to remember often. I still have the calendar from September of 2001 on my office wall to ensure I remember.
On 9/11 I take the time to remember...
I remember the words coming from the radio as I woke up here in California with both towers burning.
I remember rushing out to the TV and those images.
I remember my thoughts as I heard the first reports of "confirmed reports of smoke coming from the Pentagon".
I remember saying, "We are at war starting today".
I remember being sent home from work in mid-day as the base was closed.
I remember seeing the towers come down.
I remember the worry as I looked at my high school sons.
I remember the strength of Guiliani. And New York. And those who ran INTO the Pentagon. And Flight 93.
I remember the first Saturday Night Live Opening after with Guiliani and FDNY and NYPD standing there, declaring that New York was back in business.
I remember the bagpipes. Many, many, too many, bagpipes.
I remember singing God Bless America during the seventh inning stretch.
I remember the unity.
May we never forget.