Always Anna

I still remember exactly what I was doing when Alexis called me to tell me about the first plane.  I remember turning on CNN to try and figure out what was going on, and sitting on the couch for the next 2 hours in shock.  I remember watching the second plane hit, and the way it felt for confusion to turn to horror.  I remember sitting on the couch and crying with friends all day and sitting at the bar trying to drink away the images that night.

When I was younger, I remember thinking it was funny that my mom could exactly remember where she was and what she was doing when she heard that JFK was shot.  I couldn’t understand how a memory could wrap itself around something like that and stay so sharp.  Now I know that no matter how much you want to lose a memory, sometimes they stick.