13 years ago today, my father was supposed to have been in the pentagon exactly where the plane hit. His meeting was cancelled that morning, but we thought he had gone. For the few hours we couldn’t get ahold of him, I got a glimpse of the loss so many experienced that day.
13 years ago today, his brother went to ground zero and didn’t leave for weeks, exposing himself to the conditions that eventually took his life in the name of saving others.
13 years ago today, we waited to hear from friends and family. Most called; the others had flags hung for them in every Main Street window.
I was lucky. I only lost my father for a few hours. I got two extra years with my uncle.
Never ever forget. How we came together as a country, the incredible heroism displayed by countless individuals, and how many people experienced unfathomable loss that day. We came out stronger, we keep moving on. Never forget 9/11.