March 11, 2002 - 11.17 pm
I don't know why anniversaries always get us. But today, as I'm sure everyone is aware, is the six month anniversary of the attacks on the World Trade Center. It's weird for me, to think it was only six months ago. It seems like a lifetime. Rob Rummel-Hudson, (If you're not reading Darn-Tooting you're totally missing out. Seriously. I'm proud to consider myself a devoted slobbering minion. If he ever quit writing, I'd be so lost and sad during breaks between classes) wrote an entry about "It" today. It's just so mind boggling. I don't understand, still. I bought a paper journal that day because I just needed to write. To write "war". I remember just rolling the word around on my tounge and in my mind and not fully grasping it. I still haven't, I don't think. I haven't had anyone I love shipped off. I haven't had anyone I love die. NOT that I'm inviting the Fates to even THINK about it, but . . . I don't know. I don't know if I can fully grasp the enormity of this STILL as someone who lives in Manhattan or New Jersey can. Or someone who lives in Kansas, and who's son/husband/brother/boyfriend/friend was shipped off to a foreign country, willing to die for me.
What I do know, is that tonight, I went out for pie and apple juice with my roommate and our friend. I know that today, my mother and I went shopping and spent a whole day without the hint of an argument, I know that my Daddy called me and told me to print off a chart for the March Madness basketball tournament so I can be in his office pool. What I do know is that my best friend is sitting across town, five minutes away from where I sit typing this, pouring over a sociology book, or a physics text. What I do know is that my favorite aunt and uncle are coming on Friday from Orlando. What I do know is at this exact second, my roommate is cluncking around the kitchen singing to herself, and a little black kitty is winding herself around my legs.
What I do know, is that life goes on.
