I found the following piece saved on my computer. I wrote it sometime after midnight September 12, 2014. I didn’t put it on my blog – I probably felt it was “too personal” to share. But I found it today, September 11, 2015 (one year after I wrote it) and re-read it. And I decided to share it. MY SEPTEMBER 11TH I have a hard time putting into words what September 11 th means to me. I spent some time trying to figure it out, wrap my head around what it is… I think I realized that September 11 th is a holiday to me; really more of a holiday than the others. It’s not like Christmas – with gifts and twinkling lights. And it is not like Easter – with dying eggs. It doesn’t have special food associated with it – no turkey or mashed potatoes. But it is a holiday like no other for me – it is a holiday where I stop to think, to remember, to consider, to mourn, and to respect. It is a holiday where the MEANING and the...