Saturday, September 11, 2004
This morning I played taps on my front porch at 8:46am. I felt like it was useless to play them in my room. If it was to remember those who died, who would remember but me? So, I played them outside. I wasn't really thinking while I played them, but afterwards I broke down and cried. It felt just like it did in the past. Amazing what replaying memories in your mind will do. I didn't know anyone who died in that tragedy, but they were people just like the people I'm close to, real living breathing people.
