We were out running errands and I saw a flag at half staff and thought “What happened that we haven’t heard about?” and then it hit me. It’s 9/11. It’s hard to believe that it was four years ago already—at times it feels like YEARS and YEARS ago, but of course I can remember that day like it was yesterday…just moved to Virginia, not even married a month…Tom called to wake me up to tell me about it (of course I didn’t believe him, until he made me turn on the TV) and he didn’t know if/when he’d be able to call again, if/when he’d be able to come home, or if/when he’d be sent to NYC for rescue/cleanup. I spent the entire day in front of the computer with the TV on in the background chatting with my friends online, sharing any miniscule bit of news.
Of course, I feel bad for my dear ol’ dad, whose birthday is today… that’s just gotta suck. I mean, being as old as he is and everything, every birthday must suck. Right, dad? heehee