eight years.  can you believe it?

i’m not really going to get into the rhetoric since you can read that on twitter, facebook, or watch cable news for all of that.

i’m also not going to do a “where were you when you heard” hour-by-hour recap of where i was that day, even though i remember it all vividly.

this morning i got up and watched the coverage on TV and tried to live in that day for at least a few minutes.  try and feel a fraction of the things i felt.  as each year passes, the heart numbs a little more to the raw emotion of that day.  it’s sad to think of that, but it’s just reality.  it’s the same kind of thing that happens when a loved one dies.  at first, it’s like a band-aid getting ripped off and you wonder how the hell you’ll ever feel normal again.  but then, inevitably over time, you find your way back to normal.

eight years.

time flies, i guess.