I wouldn’t feel right saying anything else today except we will always remember.
Today I will be in school telling my students, who were not yet born on 9/11/2001, about the tragic events of that day. I’ll be telling them that I was in my high school history class when I found out. That I got a phone call from my mom telling me to come home now. That my dad, who worked in Manhattan, was unreachable. That my cousin’s uncle would never be heard from again.
I remember the joy of jumping into my dad’s arms as he arrived home days later. But the pain…and the memories…I’ll never forget.
What I find as a teacher is that when it comes to 9/11, the students just want to talk. Just want a chance to share their stories. And I will be giving them that today.
God Bless America.