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The author shares how having a birthday on September 11th was difficult for many years after the terrorist attacks, as they felt guilty celebrating on a day of remembrance and loss. Over time, through constant reminders in people's reactions and in the media on the anniversary, the author learned to overcome feelings of disconnection from their birthday. Now they celebrate their birthday each year while also honoring those who were lost, remembering lives but filling the day with joy.

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The author shares how having a birthday on September 11th was difficult for many years after the terrorist attacks, as they felt guilty celebrating on a day of remembrance and loss. Over time, through constant reminders in people's reactions and in the media on the anniversary, the author learned to overcome feelings of disconnection from their birthday. Now they celebrate their birthday each year while also honoring those who were lost, remembering lives but filling the day with joy.

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Now every year I celebrate my birthday, but I also honor life.

I remember those lives lost so many years ago. In my own quiet way Ive learned to share my day and fill it with joy.
September 11th. My birthday. For years I was haunted by a guilty feeling each time the date rolled around. How could I even think of looking forward to a day when so many people were recalling their loss? A feeling of disconnection with September 11th as my birthday was something that took many years to overcome. There were constant reminders that that day was no longer mine. Id see it in the faces of store clerks when theyd check my ID and see my birth date. I saw it in the newspaper and on television every September in memorials. Sometimes Id want to shout to the world that September 11th was my day first! Gradually the funny looks and comments ebbed. I was able to move beyond the disconnection and numbness. I realized that I can have joy in life and that that is really what birthdays are about. Now every year I celebrate my birthday, but I also honor life. I remember those lives lost so many years ago. In my own quiet way Ive learned to share my day and fill it with joy. September 11th. My birthday. Dawn H., 38, Auburn

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