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harmony_bites September 12 2010, 09:20:55 UTC
FWIW, I dug up the post I made 4 years ago about that day. I wrote that post precisely because I wanted to capture the details as best I could remember so if they faded over time, I could remember.

http://harmony-bites.livejournal.com/25421.html

You know, I watched Giuliani's 9/11 a few days ago on cable and I started crying. I didn't expect to. My aunt says she's been crying all day today. It still hurts.

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gioiamia September 12 2010, 09:38:44 UTC
Thank you so much for sharing that link. Do you mind if I add the text of your 2006 post to my collection? FWIW, I probably should've mentioned in my first post that I have no plans to do anything with these stories outside of LJ.

It's interesting to hear about your and your aunt's feelings today. I've been amazed at how little I'm hearing about today from anyone else. It felt like we were having our own private wake, or sitting shiva by ourselves today, as my family and I watched documentaries and old news footage from that day, without any sense that the rest of the world was even cognizant of what makes this day different from all other days.

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harmony_bites September 12 2010, 09:52:52 UTC
Do you mind if I add the text of your 2006 post to my collection?

Go ahead. Goodness knows I found many of the stories shared on your post moving.

What happened affects us in so many ways still--down to the controversy about the Masque planned for near Ground Zero. Reading the stories I was flashing back to all these sorts of related memories in my mind. Like how angry I was in the days and weeks following whenever anyone would call it "the incident" or the "tragedy" because I felt it was an attempt to avoid calling it what it was--murder. Or the (famous) idiot law professor with his tactless jokes right after 9/11 that made me want to rip his heart out. (I don't remember even what the joke was--just the anger) Or how like when they called for a candlelight vigil and I was moved to see the family who ran the Cuban deli across the street from my dorm with candles right outside their door.

Just so many memories.

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