September 11th, 2001

It's been seven years. I was eating a bowl of Raisin Bran. My RA ran into the lounge to find me curled up on an over-sized chair with my breakfast.

"You'll never believe what just happened."

I didn't. None of us did.
And then I spent the day staring at a television. Not blinking.

[BOY] asked me where my God was today.

He was holding the hands of the people who miraculously got out of the building alive.
He was in the voices of the crushed victims whose cries attracted their rescue.
And he was weeping. I could almost hear it.

~Sept 11th, 2001 (Journal)