There’s a moment in the drive, where I passed a bedraggled man standing at 8th and Colorado holding a sign that said “The end is nigh.”
There’s one when I looked into Betsy’s eyes at work and saw my own fear reflected back from them.
There’s one where I put a headset on and looked at the computer screen and saw my own face looking back at me.
There’s one where Amy and I sat with Betsy and Sara, tears in our eyes.
There’s one as we left their condo, and heard sobs coming from another across the street.
There’s one as we passed by a gas station with a line of cars wrapping into the street.
There’s one as I sat on the balcony, looking out at Colfax, which was staggeringly quiet.
The day is a photo album in my mind of images that are as clear as though they happened yesterday.
I don’t think they’ll ever go away.
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1 Deb // Sep 12, 2008 at 9:38 am
It is hard to believe its been 7 years already. The images of the day and my own reactions to them are burned into my memory for ever as well. I think they are for all of us. It was definitly one of the defining moments of this generation.
2 Janna // Sep 13, 2008 at 8:06 am
I too have a photo album of that day. What I remember most clearly though was the irrisistible need to pick Trevor up from day care and have him near me. And then being torn between watching TV and keeping him from seeing it.
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