Usually on 9/11 I try to remember. I try to remember those who lost their lives, those who gave their lives trying to save others, those who survived. I don’t try to figure out why it happened, hate those who did this or figure out whether our government was involved. I don’t try to fear if it is going to happen again. I use the day to be grateful for those I have in my life who I love. I try to look at the world around me and feel blessed.

Yesterday I was working my 15 hour shift at work. It is a long, challenging day in my work week and I have a lot of paperwork to do. The kids I work with keep me very busy and don’t allow a lot of time for reflection. My day starts at 6am and often doesn’t end until after midnight. But each time I wrote the 9/11 date on a piece of my paperwork I remembered again what day it was. It seems so long ago. Another place, another time, almost a whole other life. Lots of things have changed in my life and I don’t really think I’m the same person I was on that day. But one thing has not changed. I still have many people in my life who I love and hold close.

I try to avoid going on the social media sites and sifting through all the postings that happen on 9/11. All the pictures, videos and comments. Not because they don’t matter, but because I always end up crying. But I have noticed something – they seem to be fewer and fewer each passing year. We remember – how could we forget? But what do we remember? Has it just become a day to mark on our calendar? Another day when we honor those who were heroes? How many of us truly stop and remember. Stop and think about that day. Stop and replay the happenings in our head and in our hearts and truly feel grateful for our loved ones, our lives, and our safety? I’m not saying we should spend the day wallowing in sorrow or grief. Although I’m sure there are some who do feel the lose, the pain strongly. Those who lost someone close to them. Those who were touched directly. My heart does go out to those who did. I am sure the pain is still there.

But ask yourself – did you remember yesterday? Did you take any time to stop and reflect upon your life, your blessings, your loved ones? Since I didn’t get the chance yesterday, I decided to stop today and take some time to reflect back and think about my life. And remember that I am a truly lucky person. I have my family, my life, my job. I am able to reach out and hug my kids, tell my parents I love them, spend time with friends and family. Not everyone can say the same. So while the fear may fade, the posts may get fewer, and some may forget, I remember. Do you remember?