I don't want to get mushy or sentimental about today, and pretend that it means more to me than it does. I remember watching that episode of Rescue Me, where one of the guys thinks he's going to a survivor's meeting, and turns out, it's just a group of people who weren't immediately affected by what happened. He gets PISSED.
I do have a friend who lost her father, and I know the pain of losing someone. I don't know the multitude of feelings that must go into losing someone, and then being reminded of it in the news on a daily basis, or by protests, or (god help us all) by tacky tee shirts and posters.
But today, it is quiet and grey in the city. It is raining and windy. And down there, they are standing around the fence and they are reading names, steadily and without fanfare. Standing, in their suits and dresses in the rain, and honoring the staggering number of people who died, in a way that is right and good to do.
Good on you, NYC. While the rest of the world is still losing their head about this, you aren't.
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