I Remember
(Photo: Forever lost view from the World Trade Center’s Top of the World observatory. Credit: terraxplorer2.)
It’s been six years since we lost the New York that was, but today we all remember. Yet, while we continue to remember those we lost, it’s also important to move on. Life is for the living, after all. New construction has finally begun at Ground Zero, and even many New Yorkers have grown weary of the propensity of some people to perpetuate the sense of grief and loss generated on September 11, 2001.
Networks needn’t carry a live feed of the reading of the names for the rest of time. Sadness must–and will–eventually end. But only if you let it. That, of course, is a personal choice. Especially today.
Anyhow, as I said last year on this day, you have better things to do today than to read a post from me. There are far more important people in your life and you know you’ve been taking them for granted. So get off the Internet, pick up the phone, and tell them so: husbands; wives; life partners; children; brothers; sisters; best friends.
A little embarrassment and a few lost minutes of productivity at work are no match for the regret that comes from never telling someone what you always intended for them to hear. And you know how long it’s been since you remembered to tell them–from the heart, really, truly to tell them.
If there’s one thing to remember from 9/11, it’s that you’ll never know when your final chance to say those things has passed. So before you forget and go on with your day, why don’t you tell them you love them now? That’s something you know you wont regret.
So you’re waiting for what? Start dialing. Above all things, we must remember to love.
Just as we must never forget.
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