Here is the most beautiful and penetrating piece of writing you’ll come across today:
We like to mark anniversaries, don’t we? We like round numbers, and summaries, and retrospectives. But for many of us who lost someone on September 11, the 10th anniversary is meaningless. Or perhaps not meaningless, but no more meaningful than any other anniversary we’ve endured.
Come late August or early September, there’s always the sudden drop in weather and clearing of the skies that ignites a horror so visceral all I want to do is close my eyes and wake up in winter.
Read it all.
