6 Years Later
I really didn't need that sort of reminder...it was like a whack in the face!
It's six years later and I still shudder at the sound jets. I still have periodic nightmares and I still think about things like, "if I had to...could I get out of here?"
In a little while the evening ritual will begin. Satch will help put on his pajamas before going to the window with Dada to look for the moon. We will all kiss, hug and say goodnight. I'll curl up beside my son until he falls asleep.
Six years ago tonight I was covered in ash, powdered cement and fiberglass and sleeping on the floor of a school gymnasium in Bayonne, New Jersey.