09/11/2026
I remember September 11th, 2001, like it was yesterday. I can't believe we are here at the 25th anniversary.
I lived in Atlanta and had just come out of a work meeting when I heard about the first plane. I invited a few people from work over to my house, which was near the office, because we all wanted to see what was happening, and we couldn't believe what unfolded in the hours to come. I had just adopted a puppy, a German Shepherd mix named Scout, who lived for 14 years. On that day, it was strange to see the puppy so full of life and cuteness in contrast to the horror unfolding in front of us. Here is a picture I took of Scout very close to that day.
This morning, I made my teenager come down and watch a little TV with me before school, as the remembrance ceremony was about to happen in New York. Now it is up to me to tell the story every year to my child, who was not alive at the time and only knows this from history books. I bear a responsibility to share what it was like that morning for me, what it was like in the weeks that followed, and what it was like for all Americans to have gone through such a traumatic experience.
I think about how I convey this. There are no words. There was one massive event, and yet thousands of small stories that are equally profound and powerful surrounding September 11th. Every first responder, victim, family member, plane passenger, worker, bystander, and rescuer has their own story of what they were doing that day. There is not enough time to fully document all of those stories, so we retell what we can and know that we only know a small portion of these moments.
Today my daughter said to me, “But Mom, I hear about this every year in history.” I said to her, “I know. I'm sure you do, but please just let me talk to you about it.” It helps me somehow to talk about it. I have an obligation to talk about it. The fact that we still need to talk about it as a way of healing our collective consciousness displays the type of trauma we all went through and continue to feel on this day. We need to pass along to this next generation what it was like to see something you could hardly believe was happening.
Scout was a blessing for me that day, and I know a lot of people found some tiny blessings on that day and in the weeks that followed. That is what we hold on to, because so much is so difficult to bear.
Rest in peace to all who perished; let us keep their memory alive in our hearts and for our children. Never forget means to retell their stories, to remember those we lost, and to make sure the next generation understands what happened and carries their memory forward.