"First, The Cry....Then, The Whisper..."

Sometimes, less is more.

It was once said of George Harrison that his real genius as a guitarist, both as a Beatle and as a solo artist, was not so much that he knew when to play.

As when not to.

I've always subscribed to that theory myself.

And it doesn't apply only to Beatles.

Sunday will be the tenth anniversary of the terrorist attacks of 9/11.

And you're going to hear a lot about it.

There's going to be a lot of looking back and remembering and reminiscing and reliving.

On national TV, local TV, nationally syndicated radio and, yes, even local radio.

You'll hear it from us, too.

But not a lot.

Just a little.

And here's the reason why.

There will never come a time when the heartache of that day goes completely away, never come a time when we don't pay tribute, in our own ways, to the sacrifice of those who rushed to the aid of those in distress that day, never come a time when we forget the painful, and yet poignant, feelings that live in our hearts and minds and memories, feelings of loss and love and admiration and gratitude for lives both well lived and so courageously sacrificed.

We will mourn the death of our friends and families until the day of our own.

But, just as we eventually walk away from the grave site, lovingly hang the black suit or dress back in the closet, open the blinds to let a little sunlight back into the house and get back to loving each other and watching our families grow, while holding those we loved and lost gently and discreetly in our hearts, finally finding a way to remember...without reliving, so, too, do we eventually begin to remember the horror and heartache of that day...without reliving it.

Weeping gives way to quiet, private tears.

Wailing gives way to soft, private sharing.

Trauma gives way to tender thoughts of those we love and lost.

Life, as it is meant to, goes on.

Sunday will see the arrival of another September 11th.

And you will hear our respectful and gentle acknowledgement that we, like you, will never forget.

But there will be no weeping.

Or wailing.

Because we like to think that perhaps the most fitting way to honor the lives that others lost that horrific day is to say a kind word, a quick, silent prayer...and then get on about the business of living the lives they lovingly left behind.

Sometimes, less is more.

So much more.