PTSD

PTSD

I was telling Decky all about 9/11 this morning. I walked him through it all step by step. I wanted him to know what happened, since he was in my belly at the time.

His eyes got big. He had a lot of questions (What’s new.). You could tell he was sick about it.
And I choked up during the telling. It felt so fresh and new. And the perspective of nine years brought into light how awful it really was.

Of course I remember. Don’t even bother to ask – we all do. And we all remember how we felt – and still feel – about it.
But life goes on. Lessons are learned. And we are grateful for what we have and who we love.

And it’s a beautiful day.

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