22 years ago, I lost one of my dearest friends in the Twin Towers. In 2022, we said goodbye to my mother-in-law, her birthday was on 9/11. In 2023, I lost the man I was dating through my 20s, a relationship which ended for good in September of 2001. Six weeks later, my greatest loss to date, my father. At his funeral, my friend said he thought our fathers would have been friends. He, too, lost his dad on 9/11. That conversation inspired this poem. I choose to believe this to be the case. I choose to feel the collective grace in my hardest moments. #grief #september11 #loss