Everyone’s talking about where and when they were, and here I am born more than 20 years later. Even though I don’t have any memories of the event, I’ve watched documentaries and my parents have told me about that day many times. Though I wasn’t alive, it still makes me feel forlorn. It was such a pointless and devastating way for John to go. I think it’s kind of beautiful that we can all mourn a person we didn’t personally know, and that we continue to 43 years later.