(I thought long and hard before posting this. I hate that I was this person for even a moment.)
10 years ago I was in ikea.
10 years ago I heard a plane had hit the pentagon.
10 years ago, I laughed*. I thought it was cool to dislike America.
I assumed it was a nothing event. That no-one was hurt. The gravity of the situation was not conveyed.
I then got home and saw the day unfold. I saw the horror. I have seen some terrible things. Things which I would never talk about but this was worse. To grieve without your son, mother, daughter, father, wife or husband's body, I cannot imagine. I am so very sorry.
I have never felt so ashamed of myself. I felt sick thinking about the child I was. You were all so dignified.
I cried for my friends I didn't hear from (luckily running late for work). I cried for people I had never met.
Today I will cry again.
America, New York. I love you.**
*It was nervous laughter but laughter nonetheless.
**I also grieve for those who have lost their lives subsequently. I don't have to agree with the response to feel pain for the lives lost. To all the servicemen and women. Thank you.