I didn't realize when I wrote earlier this morning that today was the 8th anniversary of 9/11. And I didn't want that to pass by without saying how it seems so long ago, yet I can remember every detail of the day.
Zoe called me just now and I was so grateful to hear from her. It's a hard day to be away from family. I remember being at my gym that morning and watching the television, then leaving the gym and actually seeing the World Trade Center after the second plane hit, with both buildings on fire. And I remember someone in the small crowd outside the gym saying, "It's a terrorist attack."
I remember running upstairs to the roof of our building and watching it all. Our neighbors and Steve and I were there and then we went to pick up Zoe and Willa.
I remember the smell that lingered for at least a month.
I am thinking about all those thousands of people who lost their family members at the World Trader Center, the Pentagon and on the plane.