I'm not going to go into a retrospective of where I was 7 years ago today (116th Street, Harlem).
Not gonna recall everything I saw and did and smelled and felt. It's far too traumatic, as are the images I've been avoiding from TV and radio.
But my mom called me this morning, as she has on every September 11 since 2002. She wanted to hear my voice, because on that day she couldnt (no phones). And she wanted to tell me she loved me.
That's my tribute.
Carry on.
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I keep forgetting that your around my way...
that is extremely touching what your mom does
Every time I think about it I start tearing up and then I try to block it out.
Its good that your mom does that.
they were showing things on the history channel that i couldn't watch. i avoid it every year. i was in VA watching everyone from "up north" lose their minds. too much; still.
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