This past Wednesday, September 11 was a warm, humid, Ohio day; we did some errands, came home and relaxed. A pretty typical routine for us retired folk.
But all day, I had the feeling that something was missing. It was September 11, after all. Like December 7, a “day that will live in infamy.” Shouldn’t I be doing something other then just errands, making dinner, looking at emails?
That morning, I had read the feature story on the front page of the New York Times about a firefighter who had been at the World Trade Center and there were somber ads in the Times from the high end retail stores (Tiffany’s, etc.), but little else. It just didn’t feel right, but I couldn’t put my finger on what was missing.
On Thursday, the 12th, I read my emails, as usual. Often, I am one day “late” so I was reading emails from both the 11th and the 12th. I use email to read blogs, and one of my favorites is Young House Love.
Sherry Petersik who co-authors the blog with her husband, John, posted a piece about her experiences on September 11. The piece moved me almost beyond words. I realized that what I needed, what I had been missing, was the sense of connection with the events of that awful day.
Her post made that connection for me. Her vivid memories — she was a young intern at a magazine in New York City — and her amazing writing ability helped me remember September 11 in such a way that it didn’t seem so distant and buried under the normal, day-to-day experiences of the last 12 years.
It is not possible to think constantly about something as horrible as that day. And yet, I didn’t want to have the impact recede so far in the distance that it no longer had an effect on me.
I urge you to take a look at the piece. It is entitled Never Forget. I plan on reading it every year on September 11, so I will never forget.
Thank you, Sherry, for writing this remarkable post. Here’s the link.