Eleven years later, and my memories are as vivid as ever of that horrible day in New York City. In a 2006 post here, I described my own remembrance of 9/11. As I wrote then, I was far enough from the towers to be safe, but close enough to see. But wherever you were in Manhattan that day and in the days that followed, the pain was palpable. As that single day wore on, the greatest city in the world seemed to go empty and dark. In succeeding days and weeks, so many people seemed as if they were walking wounded, still traumatized by the shock of what had happened, still grieving the loss of so many loved ones, still clinging to hope that some presumed victims might yet be found. My heart goes out to everyone who suffered loss or pain on that day or because of it.