Just me and my memory

It’s more vivid today that it was last year, after five years. Numbers don’t mean much to me, other than a means to count. Five years, six years… what’s the difference besides another year?

Today is Tuesday though, which is different because it isn’t.

Six years ago this day fell on a Tuesday too. Tuesdays have a certain rhythm, their own feel. That today was a Tuesday seemed to make the anniversary more real, the memories more fresh: the hearings officer making periodic announcements in court, the bailiffs huddled by the radio, people sneaking down to the coffee shop to see the images on television, coworkers and friends crying, people leaving early to pick up their kids, a job that left me feeling trapped because I couldn’t just leave (or sit and think), and somehow making it through the day without remembering how.

Give the gift of words.