Today, we remember. While I originally planned to write my next blog about a summer trip to Cape May, New Jersey, when I realized the date, I knew I would be remiss not to use this opportunity to remember my fellow Americans who died tragically on this day 19 years ago — to those who went to work, just like any normal day, and never made it home, to those who boarded a flight without thinking anything of it and never made it to their final destination, to those first responders who put their lives on the line that day, never knowing it was their final feat, to those families who didn’t know they would quickly need to learn how to live without their loved ones, and to all Americans who faced terror on our soil and rose up as one to stand behind our country. We remember.

A little over a year ago, I visited the Flight 93 National Memorial in Shanksville, Pennsylvania. It was a sobering, somber visit, but important. All around is a quiet community, one day suddenly thrust into the thick of unspeakable tragedy. Tears sprung to my eyes immediately as I wandered through the memorial, reading transcripts and hearing recordings from ordinary citizens turned heroes.

This line still remains with me, 15 months after the visit, and I leave this and a few photos with you as we all take today to remember, honor and salute the American heroes who lost their lives Sept. 11, 2001. We will never forget.

“A common field one day. A field of honor forever.”

— Kim Krol Inlander, editor in chief