September 11, 2001

Everyone over 30 knows exactly where they were that day when the first plane hit.

3000 people died in the attack and thousands more have died since because they were part of the rescue efforts and/or cleanup.

I share with you today one of the most moving and loving poems I have ever encountered so that we may continue to honor the dead.

Remember Me – Margaret Mead

To the living, I am gone.
To the sorrowful, I will never return.
To the angry, I was cheated.
But to the happy, I am at peace.
And to the faithful, I have never left.

I cannot speak, but I can listen.
I cannot be seen, but I can be heard.
So as you stand upon a shore

Gazing at the beautiful sea, remember me.
As you look in awe at a mighty forest,
And in its grand majesty, remember me.

Remember me in your hearts,
In your thoughts, and in the memories of the
Times we loved, the times we cried,
The battles we fought and the times we laughed.
For if you always think of me,

I will never have gone.