Remembering 9/11

As I ponder the horror of 9/11, now ten years ago, I can't help but think about all the phone calls, texts and notes that were instigated during the harrowing time after the attack. It's an undisputed fact that when it looks like our life as we know it is over, the first thing that occurs to us is to communicate with those dearest. September 11 will always be a day of meditation for me. And if it's true that the only way to make sense out of tragedy is to raise something good from the ashes, I'm living this day to the fullest. I'm also making it a point to let my loved ones know what they mean to me, since so much of our humanity is buried in the rash surprise of our mortality.