In as quiet and unassuming a way as possible, I’d simply like to acknowledge the significance of today’s date, even if seven years later its meaning still escapes me. More than anything, my thoughts are drawn to the acts of courage, bravery and heroism, great and small, and the outpouring of solidarity, individual and collective, that followed the attacks. I’ve found in my own life that the pain of loss grows less sharp with time, while the memory of gestures of love and humanity that have always followed it grows more pronounced. I hope this is the case for 9/11, and that in time it will become an anniversary of hope and a celebration of the power of peace to rise from the ashes of hate.
