How To Honor 9/11

Because of the generosity of the Grace Baptist Church in Tullahoma I was able to go to New York and work in the relief effort after 9/11 in 2001. I share with you some of those memories.

How to Honor 9/11

Asking the question is easy and logical but finding an answer is a quest that must run through each of our hearts and the scope with which we see the event.

To a mother who lost her son in a battle in a far off land there are tears of a homecoming that never occurred and dreams never reached.

To ten children who were not yet born when their father’s died on that tragic day it is a life time of searching for something to occupy the empty void never filled in their lives?

To 18,000 small businesses in Lower Manhattan it is what might have been and where do we go now. To a business that lost more than 600 of its employees it is a day never to be forgotten.

To the family and friends of 341 firefighters who never came home it is a day that shall always mark their lives with a sense of pride for their bravery and lost for their absence. Then there were more than 70 police officers and EMT’s who never came out of the falling buildings and their families forever mark the day with a picture or a memorial of some moment past.

While the official count seems to always vary the latest stands at 2,996 people who died that day in the three scenes left with scars across America.

Of those deaths there are still more than 1,400 left without any evidence of their bodies and lives from the rubbish of the buildings. Not one ash, one fragment or one piece of remembrance can be found. Their families will always have an empty hole.

Somewhere we must count the other mother’s sons and daughters, about 5,000 who will never come home from the wars that day sparked. Then more than 30,000 who returned with bodies never to be the same. Where do we begin? How do we say, “We are sorry, we are sad, we are filled with tears for this terrible event and this day that shall ever be marked in the lives of all Americans.”

From the weeping firefighters I met in New York , to the thousands of signs and pictures I saw on post and walls I bring you this plea, “Don’t forget!” It is not the hate they would have us remember, the hate that others had for us nor the hate we returned to those who brought this day. That would not be their plea, but “Don’t Forget!” freedom has always cost some far more than it cost others; therefore remember them, respect them, weep tears for them, and then when the moment comes for us to do our best, do it.


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