I wrote my big 9/11 post a few days ago and many of you are sharing your amazing and moving memories even as I write these words. I’m not sure what else to add. The day and its import are seared in my consciousness. They never leave me. I will never lose the pain and the anger I feel when I think about that day, and what that day did to our nation. That’s not good for my soul, but there it is. I’m still mad. I still want to quash completely the ideology that encouraged a group of people to think it was a good idea to kill 3,000 of my American family, and to spend the next ten years trying to repeat that act.
“Never forget” is a stupid thing to tell me, because I find it impossible to stop remembering.
All the pretty lights in the world won’t bring it back.