It's not about an infamous date circled on a calendar.

It's not about deciding to sue the airlines.

It's not about securing the cockpit.

It's not about speculation and claims of further conspiracies.

It's not about "team coverage" on TV news and images of bodies falling off buildings.

It's not about airline mergers or who has the prettier logo and uniform.

It's not about congressional inquiries or how air travel just keeps getting worse.

It's not about a sequential frame-by-frame look at United Flight 175 crashing into the south tower of the World Trade Center.

It's not about an excuse for airline bankruptcies or the state of the aviation industry.

It's not about long lines at airport security, body scanners, and patting down a toddler.

It's not about the TSA testing passenger drinks.

It's not about how the world will never be the same.

It's not about any of that.

The anniversary of September 11 is about Michael and Amy, Alicia, Robert, Wanda, Victor, Sandra, CeeCee, Jason, Lorraine, Deborah, Alfred, Michael, Amy, Leroy, Kathryn, and the hundreds of other people who were friends, lovers, crewmembers, heroes, and above all else, sweet and wonderful souls.

Reflect, remember, and love these people forever.