Minutes to Memories

Today is September 11.

It doesn't seem like six years has gone by, though I couldn't tell you what it seems like instead. It remains one of those landmark days, but for those of us not personally affected by the loss of a loved one, it is possible for the date to sneak up without our realizing it. It sneaked up on me.

I still see lots of bumper stickers claiming that we will never forget, and overall, we won't. Both the ghastly and heroic images combine to form a solitary image, seared in our memories, labeled 9-11. My youngest daughter doesn't remember that day. She was four years old. But a whole lot of us remember, and always will.

So much as changed since those attacks - wars, public policy, the airline industry, even our national vocabulary. Then again, so much hasn't - our materialism, apathy, lifestyle...

My daughter just came in to give me a morning hug. Her oversized nightshirt, still on early this Tuesday, is an I LOVE NEW YORK shirt with the big heart there to represent the word, love.

An appropriate shirt this morning, I'm sure, on this day to remember...