What we need to remember, what we need to hang onto is the rage. Whenever I see film of 9-11, first comes a wrenching sob from deep within, then the tears, and then the rage.
Sometimes it startles me, the rage. It's so intense, so overwhelming that I'm left shaken. It is almost a year and yet it is as intense as it was on the first day. I will not let go of it, not until the last terrorist is in his grave. Then I will mourn, until then I will stay angry.
Tell me about it. I didn't sleep more than an hour or two at a time for six weeks at least. Still, those towers falling is incomprehensible.