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I didn't put a title on this entry because for some reason, when I type text into the "Title:" field, it replaces the characters with Hindi characters. I can't figure out how to fix it, so there you go.

It's hard to believe it's been 7 years since 9/11. It is also odd that as far as I recall, every 9/11 since then has been a beautiful, mild, clear sunny day just like the original one was.

That day is so bound up with memories of Hannah -- scrambling to change the channel once I saw the 2nd plane hit so that she wouldn't ask questions (Sesame Street had been abruptly pre-empted off CBC right after the first plane struck), listening to NPR with one ear and Hannah with the other, Jon coming home at noon and spending a very quiet somber day, playing outside, making a big batch of spaghetti sauce, and checking in with family members. The only person we knew who might have been directly affected was my brother-in-law Andy, who at the time worked at an office in Greenwich Village and rode a train which went through the WTC subway station en route. Luckily he was fine, although it took him a while to get home that day.

The accident was like our family's own personal 9/11, but I don't say that to people normally because I can see how it would come across as rather disrespectful, or as trivializing what the 9/11 victims went through.