It’s disturbing to think eleven years have passed since those terrible men murdered almost three thousand regular people doing regular, every day things. And the families the lost left behind. And the people who worked to find survivors who are fighting illnesses now. The passage of time dulls pain somewhat, but not completely. I’m just keeping my fingers crossed that this day never becomes a national holiday. Guaranteed it will be forgotten and used as an excuse to have a barbecue, go away on vacation, and eventually moved to make a three day weekend. No thanks.
