This weekend I watched anything I could regarding 9/11. I saw the widows and the babies they gave birth to after 9/11. I saw the air traffic controllers tell their part of the story. I watched details about the terrorists and the final hour of Flight 11. I watched experts explain the structural failure that caused the the towers to collapse. All of it was fascinating. All of it pieces of a puzzle that I somehow need in order to put that day into perspective.
Last night I took my daughter to see World Trade Center at the movies. Five years ago, Olivia was just beginning school, really still a baby. Tomorrow she turns 10. Life has not stood still for us. Five years have flown by in a flash. We are lucky. Our life is not defined by that one day. And yet, we do not forget.
Several years ago, I wrote about that day. It was "A Day Like Any Other" only it wasn't.
And so we remember.
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