I’ve read all the news about people who are tired of hearing 9/11 stories. I don’t understand those people. Are they tired of hearing about everything important in the past? All the pieces of history that have made us who we are today? Is their world so tiny and egocentric that they can’t see beyond their own wallets?
In the past, I’ve written about what I was doing, how I felt and how we reacted to this day in 2001. I’ve written about the good and the people who were lost forever. Amy’s kindergarten teacher was in New York on 9/11/2001. She was a Knoxville girl working for Children’s Television Workshop. While most children dream of going to Sesame Street, she did it. After 9/11, she came home to Knoxville and now she is teaching our little 9/11 baby at the school where she herself was once a student. There is something full circle, healing and as it should be about this situation that I don’t need to try and explain. I can’t and won’t let this day be forgotten. Up close, it is an ugly scar on the tree ring of our lives. With each new ring added to our trunks, it becomes the thing that tightly binds the rings together. Remember this day in unity, not in division.