6 Years Later…
September 11, 2001, one of the clearest days in my memory. I know exactly where I was. Laura and I still remember to chat every September 11. We call one another, catch up on world and national affairs and usually end talking about sandwiches from Le Petit Deli and the movie The Best Years of our Lives.
It’s our special thing and seems to make the day both a memory and but manageable one as well.
Six years. Still hurts some.