I debated a lot about taking the girls to the 9/11 Memorial. We have shielded them from most of the horrors of our current world - the Orlando shooing, Sandy Hook, San Bernardino shootings. We don't watch the news and I work hard at sheltering them from the random acts of evil in the world.
Eventually, they will learn of all this soon enough. However, with their backgrounds of hard reality, they just don't need anymore hard reality. Someday they will have to know, but for now, I want them to enjoy their childhoods free of the additional anxiety and worry about random evil.
With that in mind, I had some reservations. However, the events of 9/11 are more than random acts of evil; it was an event that fundamentally changed the trajectory of our country. It is now a vital part of our country's history. It has personal significance to our family, and but for the grace of God, it could have made our family not ever be a family.
So we went to the Memorial yesterday morning. I had last been to the site when it was still Ground Zero so I needed some closure as well.
Because I knew what used to stand in those footprints and because I had been in the buildings that stood there on more than one occasion, it was odd and disconcerting to see the space.
It was also peaceful and calming.
We talked about the names inscribed on the walls surrounding both pools. How those names stood for families left forever changed by the acts of evil that happened that day. How the names represented children without a parent and parents without their child, and sisters without their brother and friends and neighbors longer friends or neighbors.
The girls wondered about the names. We talked about the people on the planes, and about remains not found and still somewhere in the underground. We talked about the men who flew the planes and Islam and muslims - and how a small sect of people should not define all people.
We talked about the bravery of the people of United flight 93 - who lived the verse "there is no greater love than one who lays down his life for another".
I chose not to take them into the museum. There are many, many images there, some of them very disturbing. Cami and I were able to have a conversation about that (without Becky). The people that fell from the buildings that day. The families that posted notes begging for their missing family members to contact them. The first responders that went into the buildings that day as people were rushing out - and who never came out.
I took no tourist photos of my children in front of the pools - it felt wrong to take a smiling selfie at the sight of a tomb for some. I did not want the significance of that place for my children to marred by the "its just another tourist site". This was not a tourist visit but a life moment for them and for me.
The memorial stands as a touchpoint of history and loss and perseverance and fortitude and a country united.
9/11/01
We will remember.




















