I dreaded waking up this morning. I knew it would be something that we have to remember. But a part of me wants to close my eyes and pretend it never happened. Too much grief and pain to bear. We all have to get up and go to work and do our daily duties today. But it all seems so insignificant. I cried 2 years ago too. I looked at the tv in disbelief. I don't believe that same gut wrenching feeling will subside today. But I will keep busy, do what needs to be done today. The alternate is to just sit and reflect. I feel I'd be nothing but a marshmellow in a corner if I did that.