That's a lot of days, hours and minutes. Yet, I can clearly tell you where I was and what I was doing when I first heard the news about the attacks. I can remember the thoughts that went through my mind that day as the picture became clearer about what just happened and all the questions the events of that September day raised.
Over time, memories are supposed to become fuzzy.
But 12 years later, my memories of Sept. 11, 2001, remain crystal clear.
I thought about writing something, but I really can't put it into words any better than what I wrote in a 2007 post, six years after that day.
Go read it here.
And whether it's been six years, 12 years or 30 years after those twin towers fell, I'll always remember where I was.
And I'll remember those who lost their lives that day.
I will never forget.