09/11/2021
The pangs of grief, collective grief, are as inconsistent and yet as rhythmic as the waves crashing on the ocean floor. It’s been 20 years and the pain has diminished in most regards, but for many, today that rogue wave crashes. Something feels bigger on this anniversary. So much time has passed and yet wounds, as well as memories, appear as if it were yesterday. Gone, but never forgotten, 9/11/2021.