It has not been that long. Only 7 years.
The children born to lost fathers are now in the 1st grade.
Trees planted in memory are still saplings.
And the site of the World Trade Center is not jarring for the large construction project that is ongoing, but for the huge expanse of empty sky above it. I stood there this past summer and thought, there are sidewalks now in sunlight that had been in perpetual shade before, from the towers.
The people who attacked us are still out there.
They are not open to discussion. They don't want to sit down and talk. They don't negotiate.
They want to destroy us.
Some people say, we need closure and it's time to move on.
Last week I was speaking to a 27-year-old lawyer. He had never heard of Chappaquidick. Okay, okay, he wasn't born then, I get it. I didn't even want to ask about Kent State. I get it.
But it seems to me that "past history" is becoming something that happened last week in the minds of many. And for those same people, even September 11, 2001 falls victim for the need to move on.
Not for me.