A Decade Later

I was a junior in college when 9/11 happened. I had the day off from studies, and my step-father woke me to herd the family into the bomb shelter he built, in case the country was to be destroyed by terrorists. When I returned to classes, there were TVs all over the school, tuned in to various news sources, should there actually be any war or other emergency. I lost a good friend that day. Someone I had only saw two months prior to the attacks, who had expressed an interest in me, and wanted to make me his wife. I miss him every day. It never gets any easier. I blocked out 9/11 until this past January, when I forced myself to watch videos of the towers crash down. I cried, for the very first time, over 9/11 years after it happened. I have been to the World Trade Towers, both before and after 9/11. Maybe some day I will reflect on those days. But not today. I kept a blog back then, ironically, on Blogspot, and somewhere my entry is floating out there in cyberspace, probably on my neglected, abused and worn out domain. I am going to clean that domain up some day. I don't know when, for sure, but I will get it done. Procrastination is my greatest friend, sometimes. :) I leave you with images from my friend from the 100th floor of one of the towers. He perished where he worked. These images have haunted the web since 2000.

I was a junior in college when 9/11 happened. I had the day off from studies, and my step-father woke me to herd the family into the bomb shelter he built, in case the country was to be destroyed by terrorists. When I returned to classes, there were TVs all over the school, tuned in to various news sources, should there actually be any war or other emergency. I lost a good friend that day. Someone I had only saw two months prior to the attacks, who had expressed an interest in me, and wanted to make me his wife. I miss him every day. It never gets any easier. I blocked out 9/11 until this past January, when I forced myself to watch videos of the towers crash down. I cried, for the very first time, over 9/11 years after it happened. I have been to the World Trade Towers, both before and after 9/11. Maybe some day I will reflect on those days. But not today. I kept a blog back then, ironically, on Blogspot, and somewhere my entry is floating out there in cyberspace, probably on my neglected, abused and worn out domain. I am going to clean that domain up some day. I don't know when, for sure, but I will get it done. Procrastination is my greatest friend, sometimes. :) I leave you with images from my friend from the 100th floor of one of the towers. He perished where he worked. These images have haunted the web since 2000.