My experience on that day is one of the millions that could be written down. I have never been able to write about it, let alone talk about it. I didn’t lose anyone close, and my story is insignificant when compared to the whole of that day, the enormity of the experience. The collective loss. But yesterday, on the eve of the 20th anniversary of the attacks, two dear friends asked me to write about my experience. They said “take 60 minutes and sit down and WRITE” about that day that haunts me. This is a smattering of my memories, just a shard of a window, prompted by this phrase: “It’s been twenty years since 9/11, and …”
