Anniversary
September 11th has come and gone, and I'm still trying to figure out what to say.
I haven't forgotten that day's sparkling blue sky or the radio reports of a plane crashing into the World Trade Center.
The news of a second plane striking the other tower made it clear this was no accident.
It's still crystal-clear in my mind. I'm just not sure why it's not in my heart, in my gut. What used to bring me to tears is now a piece of information, terrible but not painful. Is it just me, or are you feeling the same?
I tried to pay attention. In the morning I posted on Facebook "How are you remembering the day?", hoping to share thoughts with others. Only one response.
Later I listened to poet Billy Collins read his commemorative poem "The Names."
I read NASA astronaut Frank Culbertson's letter home, written after he'd seen smoke pouring from the Twin Towers while passing overhead in the International Space Station.
I read the harrowing first-person account written by Michael Wright, who escaped from the 81st floor of Tower One. And I thought about that day frequently throughout my own uneventful day.
In the end, I still didn't know what to say.
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