The Flag of Honor hung next to Ladder 10/Engine 10 in New York City
There have been 11 Anniversaries but many of us reflect on that day often. We walked around the WTC site last July and listened to the words of Julie. Her husband was on Flight 175, the plane that crashed into the South Tower. We looked at the memorial in the World Financial Center Building, the headquarters of American Express. They lost 11 employees that day.
I think of the people I saw in a church service on September 12 in Long Beach where I living while attending college. One family held a picture of their son who perished in the attacks. The pain stretched across the nation.
I think of the news coverage and the interviews with people trying to find their loved ones. I can see the posters and flyers lining the street, memorialized forever in the Tribute WTC Visitor Center.
I continue to feel sad for the families and friends of the people who lost loved ones, for the people who escaped it and fight against the demons of that day, for the people who lost their lives on an ordinary Tuesday and gave their lives helping people on September 11, September 12 and even now, as they are effected by illnesses they contracted in those days.
My thoughts are with those who suffer daily with the pain this day left them with. May they find peace in good memories and comfort in the prayers of strangers.