We Will Never Forget
September 11th, 2020
Nineteen years ago, the United States woke up to the tragedy of September 11th. Everyone remembers where they were that morning. J and I were living in San Francisco at the time. Three weeks had passed since we had returned home from a six-week trip abroad. We had traveled by land and sea across Switzerland, Italy, Greece and Turkey, falling more deeply in love with the world and each other with every mile.
The morning of September 11th was surreal and unimaginable, not just for everyone in the U.S. but for everyone around the world as well. The visceral fear is what I remember most. In those early hours, no one had a full grasp yet of the sequence of events or extent of the attack. J had just started a new job and we weren’t sure if he should take the risk of driving across the Bay Bridge to work or if he should stay home. He did go to work that morning — sharing terrified expressions with other drivers going as fast as they could across the bridge — and returned home in the early afternoon as everyone in the U.S. was only just beginning to understand the magnitude of what had happened.
So much confusion, fear and sadness filled the hours and days following the tragedy. I don’t think anyone knew if the world would ever get back to “normal” again. In many ways it hasn’t, and here we are in 2020 asking ourselves the same question, in a different context, in a different version of “normal” that developed after September 11th.
Despite the tremendous loss, there is a single thought that lives on and is shared by all Americans who lived through that awful day. We pledged that we would never forget.
We haven’t and we won’t. We carry the memory with us, face the fear, believe in the good, embrace the world and live with heart, in tribute to all those we lost.
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