Six years ago, I wrote a longish essay about 9/11. It was titled Remember.
In it, I think I said everything that I ever wanted to say about the events of that day:
In the end, I think we all have the responsibility to remember what happened that day – to us – to our fellow man – here in our own country.
A few weeks ago, while having coffee with a peer in Minneapolis, our conversation steered towards the impact of September 11th on our lives – both personally and professionally.
She pulled out her PDA – tapped on it a few times – and spun it around so that I could read it.
It was her calendar – turned to September 11th, 2004 – and it showed just one word:
Nine years later, as the sun rises on an early morning in Paris, France, I still remember…