It is September 10th, 2011.
Today I have written a post about 9-11. Actually I've written about 18 posts and deleted every one of them.
I attempted to be smart and sentimental and eloquent. I attempted to put to words the myriad of feelings from sorrow, to anxiety, to exhaustion, to pride, to shame, to irritation, to fear....but all I can really say is I remember. I know where I was. I remember the shock. I remember praying with a group at work, even though I don't really believe. But after all, I didn't really believe this could happen either and I was so wrong.
But most of all I remember one name and one face. And while I can claim only a passing acquaintance, it is the single most important element of remembering this day. One soul among 3,000. One person whose substance I could touch, and whose loss I could feel.
So tomorrow, Rick O'Connor, I remember you.