Pearl Harbor. John F. Kennedy. Challenger. Oklahoma City. September 11. The mention of certain historical events bring to mind exactly where we were and what we were doing when the world changed in an instant.
During the week leading up to September 11, I plan to write an post entitled "My September 11 Story" in which I'll simply recount my own memories and impressions of that awful day. In all honesty, I'm not doing it for you, or even for myself, but to record for my children and grandchildren. The only way for future generations to remember is if we TELL THEM. My grandmother wrote out her experiences on the day Pearl Harbor was bombed--though it was a tragic memory, it's still a treasure. Her recollections and impressions teach me more than any history book ever could.
And so I'll simply share my memories of that day, and I'll keep several secure copies so that someday, my great-great children can learn from it...and maybe even keep from repeating it. I invite you to do the same. On the 11th, let me wholeheartedly encourage you again to participate in this project.
Let's remember, together. (If you want the black remembrance button at the top of this post, feel free to grab it off my site.)
