09/11/2026
September 11, 2001.
I remember that day.
I was at my clinical fellowship at a preschool when we heard the news. At first, it was hard to comprehend. It felt horrific, surreal, and somehow impossible that something like this was happening in our country.
My family lived in Virginia, and I remember trying to call them from a pay phone, desperately trying to get through. The phone lines were overwhelmed, and I couldn’t reach them.
I also remember one of the therapists I worked with who had a son in New York. She was beside herself with worry. We were all trying to process what was happening, moment by moment, as the reality continued to unfold.
Twenty-five years later, it can still feel like yesterday.
But September 11 wasn’t only a day in history. It was a day that forever changed families, communities, and our nation. The lives lost that day continue to be felt by the people who loved them.
Today, we remember the first responders, firefighters, police officers, EMTs, and countless heroes who ran toward danger to search for and rescue others—many giving their own lives in the process.
And we remember the families who were forever changed.
In the days that followed, our country came together in grief. Differences seemed to fade, neighbors looked out for one another, and there was a profound sense that we were Americans first.
May we never forget.
May we continue to honor the lives that were lost, the heroes who sacrificed everything, and the families who have carried that loss for 25 years.
And may we remember the unity, compassion, and strength that emerged from one of the darkest days in our nation’s history.
25 years later, we remember. We honor. We will never forget. 🇺🇸
