9-11

Okay, I don't wanna get too schmaltzy but it seems to be hitting me harder this year for some reason. I don't know if it's because I turned 40 or if it's all this Islamic Center debate or that idiot preacher who was gonna burn the Koran but I flipped on the TV and they were reading off the names of the 9-11 victims and I kind of lost it. I couldn't stop crying. I think I needed it in a way. It wasn't just sadness though. Aside from the idea of how long it literally takes to just read that many names I was struck by all the different ethnicities that the names conjured up. There was also this big pool of flowers at the site where people were adding to as they read the names. It was enormous and really beautiful. It was one of those feelings of being deeply sad but also kind of amazed at the same time.