A sad and fateful date

I sat in my truck this morning, listening to the radio news about memorials and President Bush visiting New York. It was five years ago, same truck, same radio station, same parking place. The news flash that a plane had struck a building gave a gut- wrenching sadness. What a terrible accident! Then came word that they spotted another plane! I knew at that point that it was no accident. This morning I re- lived that overwhelming sense of grief and helplessness and anger and defiance. I won't ever forget; don't know yet, whether I can ever understand or forgive.