Never to be forgotten

The sky was cloudless, the bluest of blues and, in the days following Tuesday, September 11, 2001, silent as if it too were in shock from what it had witnessed.

The highways were orderly as generators were pulled behind tractor trailers headed south to provide light for those searching for survivors.

Drivers were patient and kind, waving one another thoughtfully into the flow of traffic.

My oldest son asked why the buildings kept falling down and I had no words to explain how our world could be filled with so much intolerance and hatred.

Our country, out of the ashes of tragedy, became the finest version of it that I’ve ever witnessed.

It will always be, for me, the divider between before and after.

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