I think we all remember where we were on that day. I had just returned to the UK and was in a meeting room with a team from our US investors, as news came in. Disbelief turned into dismay, dismay turned into distress, distress turned into despair. Websites, phones, email, all went down, but gradually messages came through. Friends and work colleagues were accounted for, but relatives were not. A nation would never be the same.
New stories still emerge, a decade later. We must learn from them, from then, and from now. Anger all too easily turns to hate, and hate to harm.
Love must be nurtured where it can be found. Never dropped, never broken, never abandoned. It is, as life itself, all too precious.