I didn’t quite understand the significance Pearl Harbor held for those that lived through it until I lived through 9/11. On that tragic day in 2011, I was at work near Dulles Airport. We heard the reports start coming in and went outside to hear fighter jets scrambling from the airport.
12 years later this day still resonates for me along with millions of others. My thoughts today are with those who lost a loved one due to 9/11. And it’s worth the first responders and military folks who protect us every day.
I’ll be on an airplane today for my job. As a nation we overcame our fear to return to the air in the aftermath of 9/11.
But I can’t say time has healed these wounds. As my grandfather shared stories with me about his experience living through Pearl Harbor, I suspect I’ll be in that position for my children and grandchildren some day, helping them understand the context of a day we’ll never forget.
There will be plenty of time tomorrow to talk about this wonderful world of miles and points that I love. Today I’ll just quietly remember.