We all have our own ways of remembering.
I remember being in my 2nd grade classroom when the principal walked in and broke the news. It didn't mean much to me - how could I understand? - but I remember it vividly.
The school was in the suburbs of New York City. My father worked in downtown New York at the time. My friends' parents worked in New York. This was real for us, even as young children.
Everyone has their own story. None of us will forget it.
Some days later, baseball and the Mets gave New Yorkers something to smile about, for the first time since the horrors.
It was a truly beautiful moment.
A moment when sports don't feel like sports, but instead they feel like the most important thing in the whole world. Strangers hug and kiss, because it feels like it means that much.
To this city, at that time, it did. It meant all that, and more.
"I feel like I'm gonna cry, but, I've gotta do my job."
To all those whose lives were taken, we say today, 14 years later, and everyday, Rest in Peace.