I still remember where I was and how I first heard about what was going on in New York and Washington, DC. I had friends who were frequently in the Pentagon for meetings. I remember calling them and always getting that infernal "All lines are busy, please try again." I was so worried for them, and everyone in all those buildings. I remember trying to explain to my 5 year old what he had seen on TV, without terrifying him more than he already was from his school being on lock-down all day.
I remember going to Ground Zero that December and just being dumbstruck. I remember looking through a restaurant window a few blocks away and seeing all the tables so beautifully set with linen table cloths, goblets & silverware, yet all of it was covered with a film of white ash... Still. I remember the NYPD officer standing there, somehow protecting the hole with his presence and how I just felt that I had to touch him, had to tell him how sorry and thankful I was for him and his brethren.
Lets honor all those we lost by living on, and yet always remembering.
Lets thank all those who keep it even a possibility.