The next year, 2002, on September 11, Sara sent me a powerpoint she had made to Rufus Wainwright's Hallelujah. It made me cry, and I could watch it only once, but it haunted me for the rest of the day.
The next year, 2003, I watched the PP presentation again, and cried again. Otherwise the day was normal.
The following year, 2004, I listened to the song because it reminded me so strongly, and then realized I had the powerpoint, so I re-started the song and watched the powerpoint with it. Rob woke up and got really mad at me, because apparently that song reminded him of his ex-girlfriend, Laura (Laura? that doesn't sound right, now), and thought I was playing it just to be cruel.
And then last year, of course watched the PP (tradition now, and heartfelt memories), and then got ridiculed about my post. I think someone posted a picture of some grotesque knee surgery and said, "hey, this is terrible, too" or something like that.
I thank the firefighters, soldiers, and civilians who risked their lives, many of whom died that day. I think I might be ready to see that movie World Trade Center
I leave you with a quote from a favorite movie of mine.
"...When the planes hit the Twin Towers, as far as I know none of the phone calls from the people on board were messages of hate or revenge - they were all messages of love. If you look for it, I've got a sneaky feeling you'll find that love actually is all around." - Love Actually
