Today means different things to each of us. Regardless of our opinions about the state of our country, the war, or the government, all of us were affected when the planes hit the World Trade Center and the Pentagon.
I was out of the country on this anniversary last year, and the years before that I avoided the footage as much as I could. The non-stop coverage in the hours and days following the tragedy were so overwhelming that I couldn't handle any more.
I lost my friend Craig Blass that day. I can't help but cry every time I see the towers collapse. He worked for Cantor Fitzgerald but I don't know the exact details of where he was. I do know that if he wasn't killed by the planes, he died when they fell. There are few times in your life when you can watch a loved one die over and over again.
I saw him almost every day for three years in college and he touches most of my memories from that time. I've recently reestablished contact with several of his friends, guys I considered my close friends and share space in those memories of Craig.
My friend Jason organized an annual fundraiser for a scholarship in Craig's name, and it touches me to know that his friends haven't forgotten.