I have no interest in keeping deathaversaries. I think its a rather ghoulish, masochistic, and punishing habit. We can better and more fondly remember our loved ones any random day. But I will say this of 9/11/2001. On this day eleven years ago at right about this moment, I was on a playground with my two toddlers in a random and curiously international group of other mothers. When the second plane hit a Russian woman near me panicked. I thought she was overreacting. I was so innocent. Our country was so innocent. In that way, al-Qaeda, offered our country a tremendously harsh truth lesson.