This day makes me very pensive...for obvious reasons, and for not-so-obvious reasons.
In 2001, my Grandfather was in a hospice at this time, and my Dad and I had plane tickets to visit him at the end of the month. So a little more than 2 weeks after 9.11, I was on a plane.
So this day makes me think about death, and dying.
About how people die and why.
And why some people always seems to die so much sooner than we want them to.
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