September 11 is one of those days … a day that you can still feel in your bones. You remember where you were. What you were doing. How you felt before you heard. And how you felt after you learned that hijackers had flown airplanes into the World Trade Center, killing over 2,900 people and injuring almost 6,000 more.

Shock. Terror. Fear. Disbelief. Despondency. Anger. That’s what I felt. But mostly sadness.

On September 11, 2001, I was a brand new mother. My daughter, Lauren, was two months old and slept in the bassinet beside me as I turned on the television and watched the horror unfold. I cried a lot that day. And I’m crying now, just writing this. Because I remember. Viscerally. The sadness I felt for every person who lost their lives and the families they left behind was utterly unbearable. 

We grew as a nation in the aftermath of that tragedy. We huddled tight and helped where and how we could. But as the years passed, 9/11 grew further and further from our consciousness as other tragedies filled our news feeds and our lives moved on.

But September 11  remains a very real, ever-present tragedy for those who were affected by it. We need not to forget that. People still need help. And there are organizations that are helping them that still need our support. 

Here are some worthy organizations:

Tuesday’s Children provides healing for those whose lives have been forever changed by terrorism or traumatic loss. The organization has reportedly worked with at least three quarters of 9/11 victims’ families. Their programs include youth mentoring and career guidance and mental health services for first responders and victims’ children and spouses.

The Families of Freedom Scholarship Fund, has provided more than $150 million in scholarships to dependents of those killed or otherwise affected in the 9/11 attacks and subsequent rescue efforts.

In honor of the tens of thousands of first responders who bravely worked to rescue and treat 9/11 victims, giving to the New York City Police Foundation or the FDNY Foundation is a worthy exercise. Both non-profit charities serve to support the men and women who serve and protect New York City.

And so, on the 18th anniversary of the September 11 tragedies, perhaps you will consider helping. They still need us. And we need not to forget.

On September 11, 2001 I was a new mother, my daughter having been born just two months earlier. On that morning I woke before her, turned the television on low so as not to wake my sleeping baby, and watched as the tragedy unfolded. Shock as the first plane hit gave way to confusion when the second plane hit, and very very quickly, absolute horror, fear and sorrow lived in my bones.

How could someone, anyone, for any reason, do this? How would people deal with such painful loss? How would New York recover? How would we all recover?

HOW?

Every year at this time, I am plunged back into the voracity of all those feelings, as I”m sure we all are. Today is the 16th anniversary of the September 11 attacks. And the sorrow still lives in my bones.

That perfect, innocent baby girl that I cried over that morning and worried about protecting from the evil in the world is now 16 years old. Last year, she and I visited the 9/11 Memorial and Museum in New York.

The somber exterior voids of water that greet you are haunting, yet beautiful. But as you move into the museum, and down into the dark chasms of the exhibits, you are thrown into chaos and heartbreak, and the angst is palpable.

The magnitude of the loss is evident in every inch of the space. It was extremely hard to digest.

It’s uncomfortable to remember what happened on September 11th; but remembering is important. Remembering is all that we have.

So today, September 11, 2017, we remember. We remember all of it.

On the morning of September 11, 2001, I lay in bed gazing at my newborn daughter, then just 2 months old, who was sleeping in the bassinet beside me. My husband had left hours earlier for a business trip, and I sleepily turned the television on.

The chaos and confusion in New York was just unfolding. And as the hours passed, it became worse. And worse. And worse.

What I didn’t know then was that my husband was supposed to be in a meeting at the World Trade Center that morning. The meeting had been moved a short time prior to his office in midtown, where his co-workers watched the unfolding scene in horror from their conference room window.

I often think of how my family narrowly avoided tragedy that day. My daughter didn’t lose her father, but 3,051 other children did lose parents. Wives, husbands, friends, neighbors, employees, public servants – such a heartbreaking loss of life.

But what rose in the aftermath of those horrible events was a tremendous sense of community and service. It made us all proud to be Americans. And today, on the anniversary of September 11th, Americans will unite in service in the same remarkable way that so many came together following the attacks. This National Day of Service and Remembrance honors all that this day has come to represent.

It doesn’t take much to take me back to those days and feel the tragedy, the sadness. But what I want to remember more is the bravery. The fighting spirit. The selflessness. The coming together. The service.

Those are the things I want to walk with me. Today and always.