This is a weird day for me, as I’m sure it is for most of us. I had planned on posting something chipper, lighthearted and silly….and then I remembered.
There are bells chiming all around me as I type this. The air outside is mild, crisp, calm and still. Another year has passed, but from the weather you’d think, again, that it was the exact same day. That’s a hard thing to explain to someone who wasn’t in New York City on September 11, 2001 because the weather, at least for me who spent that whole day outside, walking the streets of Manhattan aimlessly, homelessly, in a mild state of shock, is sense memory that can’t be turned off like a song on the radio or a smell in the air. Even when a day with air and sky just like this falls in May, June or October, I still never fail to notice it’s “September 11th weather”. If you were here, you know what I mean.
Anyway, I’m searching for words and there’s not much more I can say today. If you want to read about my day 11 years ago, you can revisit this post:
In the meantime, just make sure you tell the people you love how much they mean to you today. The thing about September 11th that strikes me the most is that the people who loved all 2,996 people who lost their lives that day let them leave that morning never knowing that would be the last time they’d say goodbye. How many of them were fighting? How many took for granted they’d have the chance later to make it up to them? How many were in a rush and forgot to kiss their babies, their moms or their dogs? Do it. You just never know.