09/11/2026
Twenty-five years.
A quarter of a century since the sky over this country changed, and yet for so many of us, September 11th still feels like yesterday. We remember exactly where we were. What the air felt like. How quiet the world got before it got loud again.
Twenty-five years is long enough that there are now adults who weren't alive to see it happen. They only know 9/11 as a date in a textbook, a name on a memorial, a story their parents tell. That should stop us in our tracks. Because the day we stop teaching it, stop feeling it, is the day we actually start to forget, no matter how many times we say we won't.
So today, on this milestone anniversary, don’t just post a photo and moving on. Take the time to say their names. To picture the firefighters climbing up as everyone else ran down. To sit with the 2,977 lives cut short, and the thousands more first responders who are still dying today from what that day cost them.
Twenty-five years later, the debt we owe them hasn't changed. Tell the story. Say the names. Teach the next generation. That's what never forgetting actually looks like.
We will never forget. 🇺🇸❤️🤍💙
