This is what I see when I open my front door these September mornings, much the same as it was twelve years ago on this date, except that the dogwood tree is much larger. The day is warmer, the sky not as crisp and clear. That's what I'll never forget about that day, twelve years ago: what a beautiful September morning it was.
This is what you would see if you approached my front door this morning, as we remember that day, twelve years ago. Was it like this in 2001? I honestly can't remember. But I remember the important things about that day,
the beautiful morning
my daughter's phone call telling me to watch the TV in our office
the sight of the second plane hitting the towers
the endless days of grief and fear that followed
that beautiful morning.
that violence isn't the answer
because violence begets violence
love, tolerance understanding
those are the keys
this beautiful morning ... and every morning.