Thinking of Life

[sun_set_bravely]

Until this morning, I did not know how I would live in this day, I wasn't sure if I would take a half day from work, if I would stab at my fear and disbelief by writing something eloquent. If perhaps I would feel nothing, no need to remember.

But this morning, I woke up and came downstairs, poured myself a bowl of Raisin Bran, and turned on the Writer's Almanac, as I have done for months now. And Garrison told me this:

On this day in 2001, it was a clear, crisp, sunny morning in New York City. Students were in their second week of school. People were getting to work in cars, buses, and trains. Alessandra Fremura had planned on leaving for work at 8:00, but her babysitter was 20 minutes late. Virginia DiChiara couldn't get her golden retrievers to come in from the backyard, so she decided to have another cup of coffee. Kenneth Merlo was supposed to go in the office, but he decided to spend the morning helping a friend hook up her computer instead of going to his office. Michael Lomonaco stopped in the lobby of the World Trade Center to order some reading glasses from the one-hour eyeglass store. Michael Jacobs was running late when he reached the Trade Center lobby. He rushed to make the elevator, but the doors slid shut in his face. A musician named Michelle Wiley was at home in her apartment. She sat down at her piano in her nightgown and shower shoes, and stared out her window at the Twin Towers before beginning to play.

By the time he got to "sunny morning" I was in tears, sobbing at my computer, my cereal growing soggy, alone in my apartment. How can these things be? Oh God, how can we do these things to each other?

But my roommate will return from walking her dog, in a very different emotional place, not knowing what these windows have seen. And I will sit down to write, and tonight I will see CG in Macbeth and take him out for drinks afterwards. And I will think of all of you; I will be wishing you well, I will be praying with you.

Comments

[nickelchief.livejournal.com]

Thinking of you, grieving with you, in a deeper way only hinted at by overlapping icons.

[sun-set-bravely.livejournal.com]

I am thinking of you too, hoping you are well. I thought of you when my friend took this picture in July. I've meant to tell you that I said hello to the fountain for you on that day. She says hi back.

Which makes me think: "They tell me that Jesus, he says to say hi." Good thought for today. Whoever your deity of choice may be.

I look up at the angels that float through the air

[nickelchief.livejournal.com]

I've been wanting so much to reply to this reply to my reply to your post, but I can't think of how to say it best, that the idea of you saying hello to the fountain means the world to me, and the fact that she replied with a "hi!" just floors me in a wonderful wistful wishful way.

So, thank you.

Re: I look up at the angels that float through the air

[sun-set-bravely.livejournal.com]

I think you've said it wonderfully. You're welcome.

[sandstar.livejournal.com]

{{{{hugs}}}}

[sun-set-bravely.livejournal.com]

thank you :)