I forget a lot of things; names, what I was looking for when I walk into a room, a funny anecdote during a conversation, putting gas in my car that has a broken gas gage! Dates, on the other hand, stick in my mind like glue; birth, death, anniversary, appointments, deadlines, and events -past, present and upcoming.
The morning of September 11, 2001, I was at my desk at work, talking to my Mom on the phone. Mom was excited that her best friend was on her way over for coffee and a nice long visit, I was worrying about my daughter's afternoon orthodontist appointment because we were finding out how much longer she had to wear an expansion bridge. A co-worker came running into the office, saying we had to turn on a radio, and get the TV from the lounge. I told Mom I'd call her back.
The numerous new programs, and re-playings of those made right after the tragedy, are both difficult to watch, and impossible for me to turn away from. Everything changed that day.
We as a nation, as a global community, as humans, must remember.