Today is a day where everything seems odd. And off. It is a strange day. A day of celebration and of mourning. Last year I spent the day in the hospital with Quin (a week actually) and for the first time in years or maybe ever, I watched hours of footage from That Day.
I cried. I needed to. I remembered. I prayed. I watched and I cried some more.
I thought of my friend Alysia, who died in one of the towers. I thought of my friend Lydie’s father, watching with his high school students from the window of their class in the city as a tower fell. I think of how I was ironing shorts when my best friend Ginny called me and said, only: “Are you watching this?”
I think of Rob, my almost-boyfriend. Trying to piece together what was happening, while also wondering if I should hold his hand or not.
It was a sunny day. Beautiful outside in Houston. This is what I remember.