This is a photograph of the memorial in my town honoring the six residents who died on September 11, 2001.
I hadn't planned on posting anything about the tragedy of 9/11 today, because . . . honestly, I think about the tragedy pretty much every day. I live in a suburban town in New Jersey in which many residents commute daily into Manhattan. On September 11, 2001 six people from my town died in the World Trade Center disaster. One of those people was a man who lived on my street. He left behind a wife and three small boys. I drive or walk past their house every day. Every day. I see the wife and her boys a few times a week, sometimes daily at school, in their yard, at the ball field, at the pool, at the supermarket. Every day I remember and every day my heart aches for this family and all others who suffered loss on that horrible day. But, it hurts the most today.