We tell stories to process a devastating event. So we can feel what people inside the event must have felt. To hold tight to a little piece of what makes us connected as humans.
We tell stories so we never forget.
Sometimes we tell stories in what feels like a vacuum. With a blog, we don’t always know who is reading our posts. Who we will connect with.
Until it happens. That the daughter of the fallen firefighter I profiled in my 2010 9/11 post found the story on my blog and took the time to leave a comment is astounding—and something I never would have predicted: