Three Years Later

I can hear the ceremony from our flat and am sure the media circus is parked outside. Three years have passed since the massacre. I'm still frightened by low flying airplanes. I still hate the thought of flying. I still get nervous around this time of year.

Robert and I are trying to have a baby. I'm trying not to think about today...only the little life that is inside of me. Sending loving thoughts. "Keep going, Keep growing". We are moving upstate and I embrace the thought of moving to a place that feels like less of a target.