I knew yesterday’s date. I clocked my hours. I checked a due date. I knew it was September 10th. It wasn’t until hours ago, I really realized it.
I will never forget the seven hours I sat in a new apartment, 2,000 miles away from home, having no idea who was alive or dead. Seven hours before my Mom got through to me. Dad is all right, she tells me. You brother wasn’t on the train. Other than that, we don’t know. I remember staring out my dad’s window a month later, feeling an unbearable amount of sadness. Like every soul lost was crying.
Two years ago, while I was living with my dad, I went to go see the film, Remember Me. I didn’t know what it was about. It was horrible. I sat in my car afterwards to try and calm down. And I did…until I walked into the apartment. All my dad asked was how the movie was. I burst into tears and ran to him. Because for seven hours, I thought it was him.
It’s been Eleven years and I’ll never forget.