I was working at a small hotel several years ago as a night manager. It was a relatively easy gig; one that allowed me to get some writing done in the quiet hours and still have time left to sell insurance.
At approximately 6 a.m. one morning, I wrote the date "September 11, 2001" on a log sheet. As soon as I wrote that date, I felt that it was something important; a date I should never forget. It wasn't until a couple of hours later that I remembered that day was my brother John's birthday and that I had completely forgotten about it.
A couple of hours after that, I was standing in the lobby of that same hotel with a random guest. CNN was on the television. We both watched, completely unable to move, as the entire world changed before our eyes.
I miss the days when September 11th was simply my brother's birthday.