I feel no real need to write about the events of 9/11, nor do I feel the need to write about where I was, what I was doing, or what I was thinking and feeling back on this date in 2001. Everyone in the world is aware of the the events and, I'm pretty sure that most, if not all, can recall where they were, what they were doing, what they were thinking, and how they were feeling.

Although people may have learned of the events at different times and in different ways, felt the effects in a number of varying ways, and may have formed a number of different theories surrounding the events, we will probably all agree that it was a day of magnitude proportions that drew more than an element of attention from people from all over the globe.

So, again I repeat, I feel no real need to write about those events because readers are already aware of them, nor do I feel the need to write about my own personal memories of that day because, although there may be differing details in my personal experiences, there will be enough similarities in emotions and thoughts that readers will already be aware of them, too.

However, after all these years, that September day still tugs at our memory banks and, for many, our heart strings. It's as if our minds just won't let go of the shock and horror, the deaths and destruction, the chaos and confusion. We don't really need any help remembering those things, do we? So, I feel that readers don't really need me to re-hash any details.

But, there is something to remember about that day, something that I will mention...while conjuring up images of the Twin Towers, the planes, the coverage by the media, the Pentagon, the plane crashing in the field, structural damage and collapse, and your own personal whereabouts and impressions, let us think about setting those things aside and remembering the people who were closest to the tragedies of that day.

Just for a moment, think of all those who perished in each of the crashes, those in the buildings, those on the planes, those too close by to be able to escape. Then, think of the policemen, firemen, rescue personnel, medical personnel, and volunteers who endured the conditions while trying desperately to help others. Remember the faces of those who were close enough to watch the events unfold right in front of their eyes and the psychological trauma they experienced that would continue to live on within them. And, remember the families, friends, and loved ones who discovered that someone they loved very much was not coming home. Think of what this re-occuring date means to them.

That's what I think we should remember on this day. Sure, of course, a lot of things should be reflected on and discussed, but it was the pain and fear of so many people, the losses that so many endured, and the witnessing of all of it that we couldn't help but see that should be a focus for all of us because these people should not be forgotten nor should there ever be another event like this for anyone to have to live through again.