Ten Years

It seems almost incomprehensible to me that it's been ten years since the day that changed our country. September 11, 2001 seems like another lifetime ago. My husband wanted to discuss it in his high school social studies class on Friday, and I reminded him that he had to, in essence, teach the history first. He didn't understand until I reminded him that for his students at age 14, they have no (or very little) personal remembrances of the day. They can't understand the emotions, the horror, the sadness, the shock, and so many other myriad of feelings that happened. I had thought about writing my story of the day, but decided against it. After all, it's not about me and my story. It's not about my thoughts and feelings. It's about the brave heroes, the victims, their families, and most importantly it's about our collective story. And I don't need to write that here...no one old enough to remember will ever be able to forget.