...the anniversary of 9/11. i don't want them to say anything about it at school tomorrow. i don't want to watch the news. i don't want anyone to talk to me about it or ask me about what i was doing that day or anything else. i just can't deal with significantly-numbered anniversaries of anything bad, because then it makes me feel old and it makes me feel...just bad. 5. 5 years??!!! what the heck...
i know this has nothing to do with pregnancy or cervixes, but i just had to share it, because..well...i don't know, just because. because the burning stench still lingers in my nostrils if i squeeze my eyes and think hard about it, because the people looking dazed and stumbling up broadway are as good as in front of me, and because i don't live in nyc anymore--i just don't want to talk about it.
--cd
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Then I won't ask you about it. It doesn't mean much to me, but it obviously still troubles you deeply.
On a lighter note, it's cervices ;)
I'll never forget finding out what was going on and realizing that I'd seen you off to the subway that could have stopped just below the towers as the planes hit. I cried like a baby when I found out you were safe. It's weird to not be in NYC...it was so low key, today...two neighborhood ladies gave me a red, white, and blue ribbon to hang...that was about it. But I still remember...
Hugs!
cervices, yes...like indices. don't tell anyone i'm an english teacher!
i am glad you are all ok-i can;t imnagine what it must have been like to be around there at the time things were happening.
hope you had an ok day despite
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