September the eleventh.
How can the day ever mean the same again? It has taken on so much more than the twenty four hours it spans. The last seven years have in some way or another been nothing but 9/11. If ever an event shaped a generation, this was it.
We all remember where we were because we can't forget, even if we try. The shock, the smoke, the towers, the images. How these are burned into our subconscious.
But it's not about us is it?
This day is about the mothers, fathers, brothers, sisters, aunts, uncles. It is just about them and this is the only thing that matters as the clock moves into a new year. Forget the towers. They were only concrete but dare not forget what happened to nearly three thousand innocents but seven years ago today.
September the eleventh, you haunt me - but as long as you do, I realise that I still have at least a shred of humanity left in my being.