September 11th

So a fair warning, by writing this, I may be propagating the very thing I am discussing against, and I apologize for any ill feelings that arise...

First, let me start by saying that I do believe that the men and women who died on September 11, 2001 should be remembered. Many heroes were born, and many died, and they have my thanks, my respect, and forever a piece of my heart. However, why can we not remember them for what they were, instead of what they became? Why do we constantly have to relive the horrifying moments, the panic and dread each year? Would it not be a better memory if we remembered how much love they had? The community that was built? The national pride that was fostered? The courage that was shown? Part of my issue with the current "celebration" is my own fault. I often do not know what the date is until I open my calendar, so invariably I turn on my radio, just like any other day only to be "attacked anew". I remember this moment in history every time the clock goes to 9:11, or every time I think of the people those I care about lost, or that I lost myself, or every time I think of my family and friends who live(d) close enough to the twin towers that they talked about their view of them. I think of the panic and utter helplessness I felt not knowing whether they were alive, dead, or fighting for their lives while I was 1000+ miles away. I remember thinking of all of my past colleagues who worked in the office the towers. I know I am a bit more neurotic than most, but surely this is not that uncommon a response?

Why can't we remember this event by celebrating what it is supposed to mean to be an American? Celebrating freedom (this argument is for another time), love, community, heroism? What happened to a good old fashioned, memorial parade? I do not think this would take away from their sacrifices, and the sacrifices that continue to be made daily by many effected families. Do we really gain anything by recreating the moment? By hearing the horrific news casts again? Are people so afraid of forgetting?

Every year I swear to remember not to turn on the TV, or the radio, on September 11th of the next year, and every year I "forget". Next year, maybe we can all throw memorial parties to celebrate the lives lived, instead of just the end of them.