It's eight years from the terrible tragedies of the 9/11 terrorists. I remember the day vividly. It was so surreal. I wake up to the radio each morning, and time it to hear the news while I'm still waking up. The news made no sense that day. I darted out of bed and turned on the TV. It made less sense. I got ready for work in a fog, not quite believing what I had heard and seen.
At work, there was a TV set up in a conference room. We wandered in and out of the conference room throughout the day, watching the news in disbelief. I cried with Gianna as we tried to process what we were seeing and hearing, still not quite ready to accept the reality of it all.
I read some of the Views of a Day in the New York Times today. It was good.
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It's been 8 years. DH and I had just gotten married and had no way to watch TV, so we didn't know until my mom called us, then we tried to listen to it on the radio, but it was so confusing. I remember going to class that day and there was hardly anyone there. I hope nothing like that happens again.
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