It's a cloudy rainy day in New York. We've been watching the memorial service for the Sept. 11 victims. The reading of the names, the still bereft family members filing down to the pit to pay their respects. They carry pictures, they carry flowers, they carry signs which say "We miss you," "We love you." Some people pray. Some cry.
The wounds are still fresh, pain etched in the faces of family and friends. Loved ones embrace. Is it six years already? Why does it seem like six months or six weeks? Construction has begun on the Freedom Tower, the building that will stand near where the World Trade Center used to be. Life is grudgingly moving on, yet the horror of Sept. 11 has been burned into our psyches. We'll always remember where we were that day. And we'll remember the bravery and courage of both ordinary citizens and the police and firefighters.
You'd think this day would get easier. It hasn't yet.
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