I got through yesterday just fine. But today, not so fine.
Six years ago yesterday, when I saw those images on the television, I couldn't stop crying. For the next month I had
acute stress disorder. And the world has not looked or felt the same to me again.
I think of that day every day. But I am rarely able to think
about it because it still evokes brokenhearted sorrow in me, and seething rage. I am feeling some of that today.
This past winter I had an addition done to my 14-year-old tattoo. Part of it is
IX XI...the Roman numerals for 9 11. It is literally under my skin...for the rest of my life.
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