Remember

It’s the fifth anniversary of the World Trade Center being attacked and falling. For people in their mid-twenties, like Rhiannon and I, it is the defining “where-were-you-when” moment in our lifetime. Something about multiples of fives makes people want to celebrate, or remember (or in the case of high-school, feel old.) Is the world different today? Sure. The economy and job market was drastically different when I came out of college than when I went in. Travel, gas prices, war, terrorism.

I didn’t know anyone in New York. I wasn’t personally affected. I found out that the planes had crashed eating breakfast in a mostly empty college cafeteria on a Tuesday morning. We had class like normal (anyone was excused if they needed to be). That day was the career fair on campus – it went on as normal.

For the people who live in and around the attacks, for those that lost friends and family, for those people in the military who have died (and those who haven’t but whose lives will never be the same after being to war), they have been directly impacted. I have not. I am supposed to feel a great sense of loss and sadness today?

The patriotism of 9/11 is largely fading. If not for the television and news coverage of the east coast events, would people around here remember? My employer hasn’t mentioned it. It’s NFL season here – time to talk about the Broncos, not something that happened five years ago.

I don’t know if I have a point. I don’t have deep feelings about today, and I don’t know if I will. I live in today’s world. I accept the reality that surrounds us.

I still remember what happened. I will never forget.