It's been a short but somewhat difficult summer. I haven't knit much, (although I've picked up now that Fall and Winter are just around the corner).
Today is September 11, 2011. I still can't watch the shows, or go to the memorial services. I just can't. 9/11/01 was probably one of the most horrific days of my life, and I wasn't even in NYC or DC. But my friends were. I remember the terror of not knowing where several of them were until that night. I remember Anna wondering why I was crying, the internet hardly loading as I kept Dora on for her. The number of times I watched the planes crash into the towers that day was enough for me.
I'll never forget. But reliving...that's another thing.