Remembering 9-11

I don't know about you, but I'm feeling the emotional heaviness of remembering 9-11.  I believe it is healthy for us to memorialize the event, to remember those who lost their lives, to support their families.  I teared up watching a recent report on the news of a 10 year old boy who was born shortly after his dad, a firefighter, perished in one of the towers.  He never met his Dad, never had the opportunity to talk with him or watch him live his life or receive his love.  But his Dad lives on in this little boy's heart through photos and through the memories his mother shares.  He said his Dad is his "hero."  What a legacy....a story which could be told over and over of others who gave their lives on that fateful day.  Maybe when we sift through all of the debris from 9-11, the physical, emotional, and spiritual....the enduring lesson is the importance of fundamental human needs:  love, family, and faith.  I can't get my mind or heart around the horror of 09/11/01, but I embrace the amazing human sacrifices which were made that day by those who listened to, in the immortal words of Abraham Lincoln, "the better angels of our nature."  And I pray for their loved ones.