It's a strange thing - over the past nine years, I've hardly noticed the anniversaries of 9-11 going by, with the exception of 2002, one year later.
For some reason, this year is different. Over the last few days I've read a lot, watched a lot, and realized that my memories of that day are crystal clear, as I imagine they are for so many people.
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I personally did not lose anyone in the attacks. My colleagues did. But we all lost something that day.
Reading the stories and memories today, the ones that upset and disturb me the most are the stories of parents who lost their children. Ten years ago, I don't think those stories were on my radar in the same way they are now. The world my son will grow up in is one forever changed by the events of that day, and when I think about 9-11, I wonder what atrocities he will witness in his lifetime. Will they be worse, more horrific? I can't imagine it. But then again, I never imagined that I would witness anything so horrific in my own life, not at age 25 in 2001 in the USA.