I don't think I've ever written about it. For too long, the memories were too raw and fresh to need to commit them to paper. But that was thirteen years ago, and images fade, eventually.
Looking out the window and seeing the impossible, on what had been perfect day.
I was at the gym, and someone came in and told us the news, so I ran to the roof and looked for myself. Went to the office, because that was a safe place. Our windows faced south. I called my parents, Dave, my friends.
We held each other and cried. We went home, some walked miles in unsuitable shoes, borrowed and broken shoes. I was lucky, I was able to get a subway home with Dave.
I had forgotten the pain until this morning, looking at the beautiful clear, blue of the sky. It washed over me suddenly, when I wasn't expecting it to. It was so very long ago.