I hadn't planned to post about 9/11 today. In fact I have good recipe coming your way a little bit later, but somehow it seemed tone deaf to ignore that today is the anniversary of the September 11th attacks. And after this morning's annual moment of silence, I found myself unable to think about anything else.
I didn't live in New York in 2001. I was 13, in California, and just waking up to go to one of my first days of 8th grade as the first plane hit. I have a lot of memories of that day that are all varying shades of fear, chaos, and uncertainty. I will never forget how that day shattered the sense of safety I had enjoyed until then.
If you live in America, you also have those stories and I want to encourage you to share them in the comments below (although it's cool if you don't want to).
But this morning, I woke up thinking about this day last year. When I was walking to the train to go to work I walked past the local fire station. I looked in to nod and smile at the fire fighters like I did every morning. But instead of seeing the local guys doing their thing, I saw one of them standing next to the 9/11 memorial wall that graces every NYC fire and police station. He put his hand on one of the 15 or so pictures, dropped his head and started sobbing (he didn't know I was there, or didn't care). I had the overwhelming urge to go hold his hand and tell him how grateful we all continue to be for his friend's sacrifice and for his own service. But then I realized, in that moment he wasn't being a fire fighter, he was just a man who missed his friend.
This day is always hard for everyone and today I'm thinking of all the people for whom this day is harder than I can imagine.
I won't be promoting this post, it doesn't feel quite right to me. So, you might come across it days, weeks, months, or even years later, but please feel free to share your memories, feelings, and comments below no matter when you read this.