I remember exactly where I was and what I was doing 10 years ago today. I remember the outburst of emotion around and within me. And I remember the way we picked ourselves up, tears and all, carried on, and vowed that this wouldn’t be a deathblow to America, that we would be a better and stronger nation for it. And I’ll never forget. But now when my four year old asks why today is special, I feel the fear again, I feel the anger again. I hate that she needs to know. I hate that she’ll learn about this in school, I hate that there was nothing we could do to prevent the tragedy 10 years ago. I hate that we can’t bring back the lives that were lost. I hate that I’ll never understand why someone would do what those few did to decimate our country. But I find peace knowing that we will continue to move forward and carry this torch of rememberance for those we lost. I find peace knowing that no matter how dark the memories are, we found the strength to dust ourselves off and carry on. And I find peace knowing we did not just let this happen. So many were so satisfied to go to another land and lay down their lives for something they couldn’t undo. So today I remember the fallen from the WTC and the horrible war that still follows. I thank God every day that when we were wounded, what did not kill us did indeed make us stronger. Never forget.