The end of the world as we know it

Remember that day? 6 Years ago - insane isn't it? I can literally close my eyes and remember every emotion I felt when I heard. Disbelief, shock, despair. I was 1 week past due with Drama Queen and I remember sitting at home with my mother-in-law and my sister-in-law just unable to tear myself away from the TV. Calling everyone I knew to make sure they were ok despite the fact that we live a thousand miles from Ground Zero. Praying that I wouldn't go into labor and my daughter have this infamous birthday. Crying myself to sleep positive that I'd made a huge mistake deciding to bring a child into this terrible, messed up, insane world.

Its crazy how different the world looked the next day. How different we acted. It was the end of the world as I knew it. But I sure as hell didn't feel fine. People were momentarily nicer, more caring, more polite. We took time to check on our friends and family, and reach out to those we didn't even know. But slowly - we became numb once again. Going past the 5 year mark last year seemed to signal something, an end of something. Its been more than 5 years, the remembrances are briefer, the number of American flags flying is smaller. Life has gone on. Its insane actually, how the world ended, and we kept going.

There is a blog I read constantly despite the fact that I've never met the author. She lives in New York and was actually in the financial district that day and watched the towers fall. This is her story - its a long read, but totally and completely worth it.