Six Months After

Today it’s not Indian food. Today it’s the memory of what happened six months ago. Six months ago, each day seemed to take a week to pass … and now, even though so many weeks separate us from September 11, it still seems like only one has passed since my world, our world, changed forever.
Today my stomach lurches, my head pounds, and my heart aches. Still.
What a difference a day (or six months) makes? Hardly.