So The Anniversary has passed. A year later, we're all trying to go about our lives, but yesterday brought a lot of emotions back to the surface. Much of my day was routine. It started with a 6:30 AM meeting with our contractor (which seems somehow appropriate), and then it was business as usual - I didn't make it to any of the public memorials - but a sense of mourning pervaded the city.
My teary moment came at 3 o'clock in the afternoon as I was driving down Broad Street, flipping through the radio dial, and landed on Q93 as a caller was describing the weeks after the storm when he was unable to contact his family and the moment he finally learned his mother had drowned. Unimaginable.
In the evening, lots of friends came over and we ate and drank and talked loudly as kids raced through the house.
And now today feels, to me, like a New Year in a very real and tangible way. One year has come and gone. What has happened has happened. And now we must begin again and brace ourselves to continue the fight. It won't be over anytime soon.