I woke and was sitting cross legged near the edge of the bed over there by the bookcase. The Geezer was getting ready to go to work, and I pushed the on button for the TV.
It was my birthday, and I was anticipating doing something nice that evening. Instead of thinking birthday, I now sat mesmerized before the TV. The horror of it all, and the years of war that followed took away any sense of personal celebration. This is the first year I have been able to watch images of the new Tower One, the memorial plaza, and even some films of the collapse of the twin towers.
I shan’t be posting on my blog tomorrow. I’ll be remembering. I’ll be keeping all those in the towers and those who have gone to war in my thoughts.
What were you doing on the morning of 9/11?