Ten years ago on September 11, 2001, my step daughter turned 21 years old. She was young. She was 21. She had planned on spending her birthday drinking with friends. But that evening the bars were closed, for reasons beyond any 21-year-old’s control.
And suddenly it’s ten years later. So much has happened.
This morning my husband and I will be heading to the cemetery. New York and D.C. and Shanksville will be crowded with people looking for…something. A little bit of comforting, maybe.
We’ll be heading toward a small lake near a gazebo in Delmont, to a single plot of earth, far away from the crowds. And we’ll have each other.
Happy birthday, Lauren.