Today is a beautiful day. Beautiful enough to double the poignancy of the memory of what happened 11 years ago on what had begun as a beautiful day.
I will never forget my New York brother in law (who witnessed the 9/11 attack) said when I finally talked to him.
“It was a really nice day.”
Those words were spoken in shock and horror, for by all appearances on the morning of the attack, it had had all the makings of being a lovely, early September day in New York.
I don’t take nice days for granted anymore.
I’m grateful that today is a nice day. The nicer it is, the better to remember.
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I’m just like your brother in law. The first thing that comes to mind when thinking of 9/11 is what a gorgeous day it was. Perfectly clear skies, not a cloud to be seen and just cool enough. Isn’t that odd? I can’t tell you how many times I’ve remembered it that way. Of course, that’s right before I start thinking of the horror.
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