We watched the 9/11 memorial service this morning as we have done on each anniversary of that terrible day. Has it really been this long? 10 years ago we lived in a commuter town in NJ. Hubby worked for a hedge fund with offices in NY, London, & NJ. T1 was in third grade and T2 was a sickly 4yo. My nephew was working at the Pentagon. Hubby and I lost friends & co-workers. It was not unusual to attend multiple funerals in a single day. Just driving to the grocery store was heart wrenching since the sight of a house with a lot of cars parked in front usually indicated a home that had lost someone. Still, we did go to work, school, & the grocery store ("Never let the bad guys win.") I remember arguing with my therapist when she said that everything would go back to normal. I don't think we ever really did (Have you been to an airport lately?). What did happen is that we, as a country, have moved forward into a new normal. It is right that we did so, but looking back, I wonder where we found the strength.