We did pretty well today. We remembered, we carried on.
I spent most of the day in Manhattan (don’t tell my mother, ok?).
I was reminded of the loss suffered by a good friend of a good friend who I met years ago. Jenna was widowed on 9/11 while pregnant with her first son.
When a plane flies low overhead, I still feel nervous. When I see the New York skyline without the Twin Towers, my heart still aches.