It has been 8 years today, and my life has undergone so many changes it's almost unrecognizable from what it was then. I'm using the first part of my first full day of Jonah's school to listen to the names being read at Ground Zero. It's even more unbearably sad when you can't watch the faces of the readers, because then all you can focus on is their voices (with numerous accents), the names being read, and the wounds. And then my mind snaps back to mommy mode, wondering how (once he is old enough) I can ever begin to explain to him what happened on this day.
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