One dozen years.
Cloudy ones. Cool ones. Rainy ones. Warm ones. Humid ones. None, quite like that day.
If we are enjoined never to forget, perhaps it is better to say we should remember, because memory works best where it is recalled always, and not left to languish until the page turns on the calendar.
Remember the horror at watching it unfold live, in our homes, our offices, our schools.
Remember the panic, not knowing what was happening.
Remember the confusion, as events unfolded.
Remember the heroes, who drove toward the disaster.
Remember the helpers, who put aside their own fear to help others in need.
Remember the masses, streaming from the city, struggling to get away.
Remember the silence that fell as traffic stopped, trains stopped, people stopped.
Remember the shocking sight of buildings falling, debris flying, and people dying unseen.
Remember the moonscape left behind by clouds of cement.
Remember the frantic attempts to find survivors.
Remember the posters placed on every wall, every street corner, every door, every window, with names and pictures of the missing.
Remember the pile of twisted metal and smoldering rubble.
Remember the months of toil.
Most of all, remember that we came together, as a nation, unified in purpose.