My story is nowhere near as dramatic as many others; it is innocuous in comparison to the losses that others experienced that day. Still, I remember the day vividly. The air was crisp, the leaves had color changing on their mind, the weather a perfect fall day. I didnÌ¢âÂã¢t lose anyone personally, but I, like the rest of the nation, lost some sense of security and sense of peace. The Days of Remembrance are already a time of reflection, and as such, itÌ¢âÂã¢s not such a stretch to fold these thoughts and reflections into an already heady time. This is, perhaps, reflective of a great fear that I haveÌ¢âÂÛthat September 11th will roll around each year feeling more and more normal.
My story is nowhere near as dramatic as many others; it is innocuous in comparison to the losses that others experienced that day. Still, I remember the day vividly. The air was crisp, the leaves had color changing on their mind, the weather a perfect fall day. I didnÌ¢âÂã¢t lose anyone personally, but I, like the rest of the nation, lost some sense of security and sense of peace. The Days of Remembrance are already a time of reflection, and as such, itÌ¢âÂã¢s not such a stretch to fold these thoughts and reflections into an already heady time. This is, perhaps, reflective of a great fear that I haveÌ¢âÂÛthat September 11th will roll around each year feeling more and more normal.