Ever since September 11, 2001 the very phrase "9/11" has invoked feelings of sadness, anger, fear, and the advent of war.
To me, although I also experience all of the above, September 11, brings thoughts of a beautiful, fall, Friday night spent with friends and family, and one of the happiest days of my life.
Yes, 16 years ago today, Griff and I were married in Denver at a full nuptial mass held in the Church of the Risen Christ and then partied into the early morning hours at the Museum of Western Art located in downtown Denver, across from the historic Brown Palace Hotel, where we spent our wedding night.
The reason we selected 9/11 (besides it being a date that the church and priest were available) was so Griff, who is a 1st responder, an instructor-trainer, a first aid and 1st responder instructor, and I am not sure what else in the 1st responder, emergency medical field, could easily remember the date.
Needless to say, remembering the date of our anniversary is no longer a problem. It has been an interesting 16 years to say the least, but my life has been more fulfilled by having the opportunity to share it with Griff.