Like most Americans who were deeply affected by the Trade Center Towers collapse, I've been slowly recovering from mourning. Like everyone in mourning, small things touch off memories that re-trigger grief. There are fewer and fewer triggers the further from tragedy time takes us.
This morning, in spite of all the sadness evoked by the NY Times story about the
Madrid train bombings, only the photo of hundreds lining up at the
Donación de Sangre bus brought back tears over September 11, 2001 – specifically the sickening realization that, of thousands of people caught in a giant building collapse, there was
no one to give blood to.
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