unlike the last several years, today feels no different than any other thursday, and you don't know how grateful i am.
my co-workers and i had a blessedly brief chat about the weather on that day, but that was it. there was no moment of silence. there's nobody wearing ribbons. there were no e-mails or memos about memorial services or "remembering the day". there was nobody selling flags or buttons in the subway or outside out building.
it made a nice change not to be forced to remember or reminded to mourn. i'm sick of the mourning. i'm sick of people beating their breasts and wailing like an italian widow. i'm sick of tv specials and "the fate of ground zero". i'm sick of that one video shot of the flaming, smoking towers, that they always show, over and over and over again. i'm sick of hearing from/about the families of the victims.
have your own memorials. have your own monuments. have your own vigils. mourn and grieve in your own home, but it's been seven years, people; the wounds ain't gonna heal if you keep picking at them.