It's gray and rainy today, but six years ago, the sun shone and the air was crisp, bringing to mind football games and baked apples. The morning was nothing short of glorious, which added to the pain of the attacks.
There has been debate in The New York Times and elsewhere about the appropriateness of commemorating 9/11. Some say it only reopens the wounds. Some say it's time to move on. Some say the list of victims should be read every year. There is no right answer to when grieving, either public or private, should be finished.
I was fortunate that day; I did not lose anyone I loved. I lived in Westchester, though, and for weeks the newspaper was filled with the obituaries of young men and women, many around my age, some of them accompanied by stories of bravery and kindness performed in the face of fear and death.
That's what I want to think about today, what I want to take away from the unbearable pain of that day. I want to consider how I might be kinder in my life, and then I want to be kinder. That was the glory of 9/11, at least for a while: the kindnesses proferred by strangers. That's what I want to see continue.
Won't you go out of your way to do something extra kind today, too, as a way to quietly remember the tragedy of the day?