It doesn't seem like it's been that long.
Memories should be fuzzy. But the moments are still vividly etched in my mind. Where I was. What I was doing. The emotions I felt.
I thought about writing something today. Something to commemorate this 11th anniversary, but in the end I decided not to. Because honestly I can't think of what to say that I didn't say in a 2007 post.
Go here. Read what I wrote about what that day was like for me.
They say time heals all wounds. We've had time. And yes, there has been healing. Will there ever come a day when our country is completely healed from the pain we experienced on that bright, sunny, September day? I don't know.
What I do know?
I will never forget.