I wanted to post something in remembrance of this day three years ago. I will never forget it for as long as I live. I will never forget the huge, gaping hole that it has left in the fabric of our nation’s soul. I will never forget the people who died that day, and who gave thier lives saving others, the NYC firemen, and the passengers on flight 93, and all of the other people who died saving other people. I will never forget watching, in horror, as one of the towers of the WTC collapsed, and then listening in my car on the way to work as the second tower fell. I was sitting in a traffic jam on Highway 17 and everyone in the cars around me were crying or had looks of shock on thier faces. Later on in the drive, I heard about the demise of flight 93. It was the most horrific experience of my life, and I wasn’t even in New York. I was thousands of miles away, on the opposite end of the country, but I could feel the collective pain of a billion people. Every single American (and many people around the world) grieved that day, and we still do.

My prayers and thoughts are with all of those who died that day, and also with the people who lost a loved one.