Patriot day + 1 reflection

Yes, it's the 12th of September and I feel like 15 years ago and one day, were almost a blink of an eye, and a lifetime all at once.

I remember that day. Much is blurry, but the terror is real--the unknown, the ruthlessness, the destruction are unnerving. I still see that today.

I lived another life, and when I go near where I used to work on September 11, I even see people who used to work in my building. We're not friends, but I still recognize them. They still work at the same place. They've aged just like me.

But occasionally, I come in costume in my scrubs, when the local food trucks pull outside and I'm in the neighborhood. My job now warrants a weekly trip from one campus to another, so it's on the way back and I stop for lunch. The building have new names. The company I worked for has been bought out multiple times.

If I close my eyes, I still remember that life.

The world has changed, and so have I. I don't worry anymore about what could have been there. I realize that life is living and I'm doing it every day.

Fifteen years and a day, I pray still.

More later....

Never forget

I won't. Ever.