Saturday, September 10, 2011
I was 7 months pregnant.
I remember shopping in Costco...normally filled with noise...we all walked silently, no one talking as we strained to hear the radio news reports broadcasting over the store loud speakers.
I remember jumping nervously every time at the sound of a plane flying over. I noticed this change because I grew up next to a major air force base where the noise of B-52 fly overs were common place. Unusual fly overs still bother me.
I remember always stumbling over the date September 11th, even in the most trivial matters. I remember noticing others doing it too...unable to say the date without a small pause after.
I remember throwing away the box cutter that sat unnoticed in my drawer for years but now glared out at me with all its hideousness.
That is the memorial I wish to see. Humanity that is greater than itself. That is what I will remember. I will remember the gift we were and continue to be given by those who keep us safe. That is what I will celebrate. The care, sacrifice, bravery, concern and dedication we show to one another. That is the memorial I would erect.
I will remember our greatest moments shown in our darkest hours.
That is what I will never forget.