Three Years Ago Tomorrow

Everyone I love thought I was dead.

Chunks of building almost crushed me. Twice.

I witnessed horrors no one ever should.

Time has not assuaged the effects of that day. However, there's an overwhelming sense of getting over somehow. There's no tangible reason why I survived. Luck, perhaps? But since then, refusal to postpone joy became paramount (and frankly was doing a damn fine job beforehand). And utilize every opportunity to tell and/or show the people in my life how much I love them.

I love you.