Ugh. September 11th took two whole days to whack me on the head again this year, but this picture finally did it. This is Kelly Talty, looking at an image of her father, a policeman who died that day. She was born just a few weeks earlier, so she's seven now. I saw this picture in an LA Times someone left in the lunchroom here at work.
I don't think everyone who reads this blog knows that my brother worked on the 102nd floor of the south tower, but he decided not to attend a meeting that day and instead went to Aon's New Jersey office, where he saw employees sobbing all around him as their coworkers in Manhattan died. Everyone he was supposed to meet with was killed. His boss and his boss's boss were killed. 250 people who worked at Aon died.
And my nephew Aiden, Pete's first kid, was born a few weeks later.
I wanted to post about 9/11 on the day, but I got too busy. Being a parent makes me more keenly aware of the kind of loss we almost had in our family. It wasn't exactly abstract before, but it's much more visceral now.