9 11 memories should always focus on the victims as it should be.

My son lived in New York on that day and I vividly remember when we came to visit shortly after when it was still smoldering, the sheer number of pictures plastered on walls asking if anyone knew what happened to people they loved.

But I also remember the amazing twin towers themselves in the days and years before the tragedy.

We would ride that elevator to the top. I am afraid of heights. You could walk outside to take in those most amazing view. I never got to close to the edge.

But inside at the top was a bar. You could sit at the bar, drink a beer, and look out the windows and see forever.

It almost seems surreal to think about it.