09/11/2013 by syrbal-labrys
Because of a miscommunication in an email yesterday, when I was still very feverish and ill, I thought yesterday was Sept. 11th. And I was going through it in my head, confusedly saying stuff like “But it is eleven years later that the date falls on the same day? It is twelve years now…”
But no, today is the day. Not on that Tuesday September cool, clear morning. The day I thought aloud to my son, “This feels like the end of the world.” And it was the end of my/our world in too many ways. And I am still rendered inarticulate by it all. Luckily, someone else says it perfectly.