I remember seeing the surreal images on my uncle's television first thing in the morning, and trying to make sense of them on my way to work. I remember the eerie, empty feeling that pervaded the office that day, and canceling my flight to New York – it was scheduled for September 12.
I didn't know any of the people who lost their lives seven years ago today, but I remember them anyway. My dad was a fireman. It could have been him that perished in an act of heroism.
I don't know most of you who read this blog, but I remember that we all share the human spirit and the spark of life that pervades this planet. I'm grateful for the dialogue we've shared here, even when we disagreed.
I wish you well on this day of remembrance, and every day beyond.