My household is in mourning for a family friend—my husband’s ex-girlfriend, actually—who passed away a few weeks ago . . . blessedly, perhaps, given how many physical challenges the Lord had given her to deal with. We only heard a few days ago, due to the notices-sent-to-seldom-used-email-addresses issue.
Our emotions are all tangled up right now, because our 9/11 recollections actually begin with her calling our house eleven years ago and alerting us that something Very Important was going on. In those days I never listened to news before I left for work, so I might well have left for work without her intervention.
Sarah Hoyt offers coherence, which I do not possess at present. So, go.
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