09/11/2026
God, it's been twenty-five years, and some of us can still tell you exactly where we were standing that morning. Others of us weren't even born yet, but we grew up hearing about it so often it almost feels like our own memory.
We're still grieving the people we lost that day. So many of them just went to work like it was any other Tuesday.
And we're truly grateful for everyone who ran toward the danger instead of away from it. The ones who did it then, and the ones who still do it now, every single day.
We miss how it felt to be on the same side as everyone else for a while. We don't totally understand where that went, and we wish you'd help us find our way back to it.
It's hard to sit with the fact that terrorism didn't end that day. People are still living through it right now, somewhere, and we haven't forgotten them either.
Twenty-five years is long enough that the pain has changed. It doesn't feel the same as it did. Thank you for that mercy, even when it's slow.
And through all of it — you never left. Not that day, not any day since. Amen.