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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