I recently helped my little brother celebrate his 5th wedding anniversary. There was no party. Instead I wished him well as he traveled with his wife up to New Hampshire. I got to thinking about another anniversary...one that came suddenly, just as it had two years earlier. That anniversary was a sad one. I can still remember the sick feeling down deep in my gut when I first heard the news. Some of the people I know are still suffering because of what happened that awful day. I've done a lot of traveling since then, both mentally and physically.
It still amazes me how some things stick in your mind after a long period of time, while others fade quickly. I think about the time before this, when the resonance of the "September 11th" mega crisis froze and sickened me. I'm not saying that the images of that horrific day don't haunt my dreams, or freeze me in my tracks. They do, and they always will. Yet this anniversary affected me more personally, than the other one.
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