Moving On

No one forgot 9/11 yesterday.  The firefighters memorial in London was my second story all morning after the latest on a Personal Support Worker accused of beating a 12-year-old boy nearly to death.  11 years after the terrorist attacks they are still very much on everyone’s minds.  

We talked on air about where we were and what we were doing at the time.   We will never, ever forget and listening to some of the audio from that day brings the emotions – fear, sadness, shock – back to the surface in mere seconds.  Every anniversary brings out a new angle or two.  This time it was the newly discovered letter written by a man who was trapped in one of the World Trade Center towers.  Also, the New York Times has dug up more information about how much then-President Bush knew and how little he did. It’s even more and less than we thought.

We mourn for the lost and we will never forget but I think it’s good that we don’t wrap our collective arms around the day anymore.  Just because we aren’t wearing a flower or a ribbon or stopping for a silent minute doesn’t mean 9/11/01 won’t always have a very important place in our psyches.  We just have to pick up and go on.  That’s the best part of human nature, I think.  For a while you think you might be stopped in your tracks forever but somehow, some way, you find a way to put one foot in front of the other and keep going, one step at a time.