Sunday woke up clear and beautiful, the sky that cloudless piercing blue it takes on around here in the month of September. It was the same blue from that day ten years ago, and it seems to me that the day dawns with that blue blue sky every year, on the anniversary of 9/11, although I'm sure there must have been some rainy anniversaries along the way. But I will always remember the blue sky, and the way the sun made the leaves glow from above. I had only been a mother for fourteen months when the events of 9/11 happened, and the beauty of the day, and the quality of that blue sky added a particular kind of pain, the kind of pain that is especially wrenching and only makes you feel more alone, and more afraid.
We all experienced the events of 9/11 differently. We will all, each of us, always remember our own particular experiences, our own feelings and associations. I'm reposting below a piece I wrote in 2006, about my own experiences and associations --how I remember that terrible, terrible day.
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