One year? There are so many words being recorded today on an experience we all shared together a year ago, yet all experienced in a uniquely personal way. Where we were when we heard the news will forever be a part of our individual life-stories.
John Lavey will be a part of my memory as I will always recall him asking me if I had heard the news. A machine-gun weilding FBI agent guarding our locked-down office building is another. And then, that numb, disbelieving fog in my head that seemed to linger for about as long as the smoke hung to Ground Zero.
Hugging family. And understanding the tragedy with childlike mystery and grown-up, hard-knocked insight.
We made it through a year in which September 11 never really turned into September 12. But still, life went on.