We can never fill the void of those who perished but we pledge to honor them by living as they would have wished with lives full of purpose with hearts full of love and with hope for a better tomorrow.
Land where my fathers died, land of the Pilgrim's pride, From every mountainside, let freedom ring! And if America is to be a great nation, this must become true.
It's had to rebuild both physically and emotionally and the memorial run held on Saturday not only honored those who were lost, it celebrated the rebirth of the city.
Today, the Crown passes – as it is has done for more than a thousand years – to our new monarch, our new head of state: His Majesty King Charles III. With the King's family, we mourn the loss of his mother.
We are the clouds, the rocks, the beetle climbing arduously up the bark of a tree, a baby being born on another continent, a nonagenarian breathing their last, a line in a poem and a star expiring in a distant galaxy.