Today is a little different, my friends, and personal. I needed to put aside the crafting projects and recipes I would typically be so focused on and craft something that, for me, is vital, necessary and an affirmation. On the eve of a date that will forever be more significant than just a day in September, I know how much I need a tangible, visible reminder. I needed this always remember jar.
In the days and weeks and months after the horrifying events that took place on September 11, 2001, I was filled with a single-minded purpose of creating things that, in some small way, showed a measure of support. From flag pins for everyone and anyone to countless memorials of red, white & blue, I crafted away my fears, confusion and inability to appropriately explain the unexplainable to my young children. It was a time of great change, turmoil and impact that reached, inexplicably, into the very fiber of life.
Years passed. Emotions settled. Adjustments were made as they invariably must and life continued on. Thirteen years later, I feel a deep sense of sadness, and yes, even shame, that I have allowed myself to only remember so many things for only a few days in September. As I reflect back on the September 11 of 2001 and the subsequent years that have followed, I realize how much I must always remember.
I must always remember those that were lost on that day. The lives of families, friends, loved ones, colleagues that were rewritten, in an instant, on a September morning. The bravery of so many fire firefighters, police officers, and countless others who gave so much, including lives, to search, rescue and recover. There is much more, though, that I know in my heart, I must always remember.
I must always remember to be grateful. Remember to be appreciative. Remember to be thankful. To the men and women of the military, and their families, who sacrifice and give in ways I will never truly understand because I do not walk in their shoes. To the millions of men and women in public service, who protect, and save, and lead. For the ability to get up each day, and make decisions about what I will do and how I will live my life. Those decisions may not always be right, or the best, or even always great, but the decisions and consequences are mine to make. That lack of constraint, that freedom, I too often take for granted. It is there for my children, and their children, and the generations that will carry on long after I am gone. I must always remember those that have made, make and will continue to make that possible – and be grateful.
Fourteen years ago, September 11 would be just be one of the last days of summer. A year later, 9/11 became anything but just another September day – and I must always remember.
Thank you for allowing me to share this with you today.
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