9/11

I've read too many stories and too many documentaries over the weekend on 9/11. Which led to copious amounts of crying, it's taken 10 years but I finally comprehend the sheer enormity of that day just a little more. I can still remember waking up for school and then walking past my parents bedroom, and both of them were awake, eyes locked on the tv, my mum look devastated. As she told me what had happened, I felt sad but that was the extent to which my young 9 year old brain could process the event.

The Falling Man is the most poignant documentary on 9/11 that I've watched.


Love Lisa.