There was a time when I walked through the day in a daze.
There was a time when I couldn't and wouldn't schedule anything on that day.
There was a time when I read vignettes from the 576-page Portraits of Grief book.
There was a time when I stared at the photographs of all the first responders who died that day.
There was a time when I tried to make sense of it all.
And so as we approach the 13th Anniversary of 9/11, I realize that life has crossed over into this day bringing bits and pieces of normalcy where none existed before. There are errands to run, appointments to keep, work to do.
And yet, 13 years later, I still have not forgotten you--each and every one who perished on that day. I still hear you like ghosts whispering in the wind.
I will always remember you.
I will never forget.