Today is a dozen years since I lost my baby girl as she ran from the falling towers of the then called World Trade Center. She, full of life and with the life of our future held within her womb, was crushed by the matter and the matters that fell. How many lost their lives because of that morning -- our military service people, our first responders, soldiers and innocent civilians in Afghanistan and Iraq? For what? What has been accomplished in the years since that have for a kinder globe for anyone? Know this: my baby girl mattered. She changed so many lives and she taught me that quantity, no matter how measured by any means, can never account for the slightest love. And mine for her right now is massive. Under any circumstances, we must not continue the wars began in her name and in the names of those countless and uncountable who surely left broken hearts and souls to mourn here on Earth.