We did pretty well today. We remembered, we carried on.

I spent most of the day in Manhattan (don’t tell my mother, ok?).

I was reminded of the loss suffered by a good friend of a good friend who I met years ago. Jenna was widowed on 9/11 while pregnant with her first son.

It’s the reminders of the individual losses that bring tears to my eyes. Not solely loss of life, but also the lost sense of security.

When a plane flies low overhead, I still feel nervous. When I see the New York skyline without the Twin Towers, my heart still aches.

9/11 will always be a hard, emotional anniversary for those of us who lived through it. But we should strive to use it as a reminder to be grateful for all the good we have in our lives.