I’ve written this article at least 5 times. Every time, I’ve read it over, deleted it, and started over. I haven’t been able to accurately convey my emotions. I could write a 30-page paper on this and not be able to capture everything. The problem is, it’s so personal for all of us, but just telling our story isn’t nearly enough. So, I’m not going to try to do justice to the men and women who suffered, and gave aid that day and beyond.
What I am going to do is leave you with a very simple task: today and every day, tell the people you care about what they mean to you. Hug your children for a little bit longer, call your parents, just to say hello and check in. Call that friend that you’ve been meaning to get back to, but haven’t had the time. Take time out of your busy day for your husband or wife, just to remind them how much you love them. Sometimes life gets so crazy that we don’t take any time out for the people that mean the most to us. We tell ourselves that we’ll do it tomorrow, or on the weekend when we have less going on, or when we go on vacation. But tomorrow isn’t promised, and we need to stop pretending like it is, and do the most we can for the people we love.
That’s what this day is more than anything for me. It’s a reminder that, no matter what someone tries to do, we can overcome and move forward with the love we have for each other.
I also want to leave you with some moments and tributes that have stuck with me these years:
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