Torn open by a sweater

It didn’t hit me until I was almost through the day. I woke up this morning, and for a little while I actually forgot. It was a Sunday after all, lazy and slow. I opened the newspapers just before the coffee boiled, and then I remembered. Oh yes, I thought to myself. It’s today. I skimmed the photos, read a bit about victims’ losses, the cost of war and the passage of time and our current divides, and I felt sad. But it was a detached sadness. A now-I’m-supposed-to-remember-and-have-a-moment sadness. Sad,… Read more Torn open by a sweater →