I never know what to say on this day. 9/11/01 was years before I’d even visit NYC, let alone live there. Years before I’d have children or even for a split second understand remotely the gravity of how deeply the events of that day changed the world.
We watched the freedom tower rise from our living room window in our apartment building. My first friend in NYC, a momma like me, had lost her husband who worked in one of the towers. It was years still before I could tell my children the story, but I made sure to highlight the heroes of that day. I make sure to talk about how the lives of victims and first responders and their families were affected that day, and every day since. That it’s imperative, the choices we make, that every chance we get to support those who help others, we pay it forward.
These small connections weave a beautiful tapestry of gratitude and empathy and we won’t forget. We support the families of those in the military, of first responders, of strong voices that lift up those who sacrifice for others. We remember, in their honor.