We will never forget.
I love that song that sings, “Where were you when the world stopped turning on that September day?”
I was sleeping in my house in Concord with my little 3 year old daughter who should have been heading off to preschool, and my 3 month old baby boy. I remember staring at the news through tear blurred eyes, thinking “What kind of world have I brought Noah into?”
So many tears fell on the couch that day, as I watched an endless news reel of horrific, increasing violence. Was the world safe enough to even take my 3 year old to preschool that day?
I was later able to visit Ground Zero in 2004, back when it was still a gaping hole, and again with Tony when I turned 40 and a third time with Noah and his 8th grade classmates.
I remember when I first visited my dear friend in New York and she didn’t understand why I wanted to see Ground Zero. She had survived, lived through and witnessed such tragedy by living and working there that the sight was too heavy to bear again. However, I knew deep inside of me that I needed to see it with my own eyes to experience the reality of what I watched on TV across the country years before. And that I did.
When we returned in 2015 the twin Memorials were complete and they were incredibly moving. Later, as a chaperone on Noah’s Washington DC/NYC field trip in 2016, I was so appreciative that the students got to experience the Memorials and the 9/11 museums for themselves as well. Even though, on that September day, they were either brand new babies or being carried in their mothers’ womb, this event would have the greatest impact on their generation.
I spent some time looking through some of our memories while visiting Ground Zero and St. Paul’s Cathedral and thought I would share some of them in case any of you haven’t had the privilege of visiting yourself.
I’m praying for each family and friend who lost a loved one on that September day. 
