Saturday, September 11, 2010

September 11, 2010

Today we went to the WTC to remember, to mourn, to listen to speeches, to cry, to cast roses into a shallow and temporary pool, to somehow after nine years make sense of this insane experience we share with these thousands who also come to the WTC each year.


It was a good day. We cried, we laughed, we recalled silly stories and made some new ones. We broke bread with beloved friends and family. We lived. In the face of so much death, of so much grief, we lived.