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Tuesday, October 15, 2013

One Morning in September




Journal entry 25

Five months after Evelyn died came the events of September 11, and I felt nothing. My world had already collapsed into itself.  My home had been destroyed and my loved one was dead. “Welcome to my world,” I thought from my dark house boarded with lingering anger and sorrow. People around me were in shock and mourning, and my reaction told me that I was no longer among the living but had moved to exist among the dead.


A few days later, watching the faces of people grieving on TV, I began to cry. I felt the enormity of what John Donne had said, that we are all parts of one other, and each person’s death diminishes me.


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