9/11: The Wicked Day 17 years gone
So it comes round to the day again, and this year particularly poignant because it is once again a Tuesday.
The pain is dulled, but it still hurts in a dreary, gray way, a leaden sadness rather than raw ache.
All was as normal today, except due to insomnia last night I was late to work. Aside from that, I worked, called the FWiB, and went to my meeting.
And that is the sum total of the day.
As is my wont, I shall here post a link to my 9/11 story.The Only Thing I Can Be Sure Of
On fanfiction.net orThe Only Thing I Can Be Sure Of
1. My meetings and the people there.
2. The FWiB.
3. The first responders of 9/11.
4. The day passes.
5. The fireman I know survived.
6. Pain lessens. Current Mood: melancholy