I do not usually celebrate the day. I remember what happened and I usually spend some time listening to people who survived talk about what happened to them, what they saw, heard, felt, and did, and I feel it is educational if not interesting at least.
But I have no decorations. I have often thought I should burn a couple of twin candles in memory, but it's never happened. Maybe this year. But it has been 12 years now and I watched a show yesterday about the flag they hung on a pole the day after. Three firefighters literally stole the flag and pole off a yacht and then raised it on a pole at the downed towers. The air was still filled with dust, ash, and smoke, there were still flames here and there and plenty of rubble and those famous facades standing like bastions of ruins in the background.
It was interesting and I learned something. I did not know anyone there. I did know a young man who had recently married a young woman I never met that lived in an apartment that faced the towers two or three blocks away. They were in Singapore, I think, and their cat was at home being cared for by the neighbor. Their living room window was blown out and the cat was alright, and I guess the neighbor rescued the cat so all was well, but they had to replace most of the furniture, carpets, blinds, and pictures in the living room and dining room. I believe I remember my girlfriend telling me that they (her nephew) had to rip the walls and ceiling of the two rooms out and replace them as they were full of embedded glass. Their view was one of a hole in the ground, smoking, stinking, and depressing.
I guess it is much better now, compared to then. But after 12 years, it better be. Too many of our people died there to just leave it as it was. Besides, we are a nation of people that recreate over disasters and make new of destroyed. We might ignore places for a long time, but eventually, we take back what is allowed to fall into ruin. We always get back up!
Have a great one, all!