09/11/2026
🇺🇸 SEPTEMBER 11, 2001 — SEPTEMBER 11, 2026
25 years. We still remember. We will always remember.
There are moments in our nation’s history that divide time into before and after.
September 11, 2001 is one of them.
Twenty-five years ago, our country watched in disbelief as nearly 3,000 lives were taken in New York City, at the Pentagon, and aboard Flight 93 in Pennsylvania.
We remember the smoke.
We remember the faces of those searching desperately for loved ones.
We remember the photographs taped to walls and fences throughout New York City—the word MISSING above the faces of mothers and fathers, sons and daughters, husbands and wives who would never come home.
And we remember the heroes.
While thousands were desperately trying to escape, firefighters climbed the stairs toward the danger. Police officers, Port Authority officers, paramedics and ordinary citizens ran toward something the rest of the world was running from.
They didn’t know whether they would come back.
They went anyway.
For some, September 11 has become history.
For many others, it never will.
There are families who still feel an empty place at the table. Friends who still remember the last conversation. Survivors and first responders who carry that day with them in ways the rest of us may never fully understand.
Twenty-five years may have passed, but there are some losses that time simply does not erase.
Today we remember every innocent life taken that morning. We honor the firefighters, police officers, paramedics, Port Authority officers and countless others who answered the call. We remember the families who carried unimaginable loss forward, and the first responders who continued to suffer the consequences of that day for years afterward.
But on this 25th anniversary, perhaps there is something else worth remembering.
September 12.
America woke up the next morning wounded, frightened and heartbroken.
And then something extraordinary happened.
Flags appeared everywhere.
They hung from houses and apartment windows. From storefronts and firehouses. From bridges, porches and highway overpasses.
New Yorkers stood along the streets holding handmade signs thanking firefighters, police officers and rescue workers.
People lined up to give blood.
Restaurants fed first responders.
Strangers hugged strangers.
Neighbors checked on neighbors.
People prayed together.
For a little while, we stopped asking what divided us and remembered what united us.
We were Americans.
The rubble was still burning. Thousands of families were grieving. An unimaginable recovery had barely begun.
But amid all of that destruction, an American flag rose above the ruins.
We had been wounded.
But we were still standing.
Twenty-five years later, perhaps Never Forget should mean more than remembering the horror of September 11.
Remember the people we lost.
Remember the heroes who ran toward danger.
Remember the families who waited for someone who would never walk through the door again.
Remember the first responders who spent days, weeks and months at Ground Zero.
But remember September 12, too.
Remember how we treated one another.
Remember the flags.
Remember the gratitude.
Remember the kindness.
Remember what it felt like when, in one of America’s darkest hours, we stood together.
Twenty-five years have passed.
May we never allow their names to become simply a chapter in a history book.
May we never forget what was taken from us.
And may we never forget what we discovered in one another afterward.
🇺🇸 We remember where we were.
We remember those we lost.
We remember the heroes.
We remember how America came together.
September 11, 2001.
25 years later — NEVER FORGET. 🇺🇸
— Bartle’s Pharmacy
