It is September.
Memory Month for me
Memories of trying to help during, and after Katrina, being blocked by FEMA, watching in horror as the people in the Super dome were dying and hungry, dirty, and thirsty. And wondering why, when we had all the food and water needed right outside of town.
Memories of catching that glint off the tail of the plane as it careened onto t he Pentagon, wondering where my 2 cousins who worked there were at the time of impact.
I don't even want to write anymore, than that, just memories.
Sad Sad memories