DATELINE: September 18, 2001

Then I cried, my grief coming in great wracking waves. This tragedy just keeps coming at me from unexpected directions. When I got home, I pulled a copy of New Yorker magazine out of my mailbox. Just looking at the cover, a black-on-black silhouette of the World Trade Center towers, brought it all back in undiluted anguish.

I know that eventually I will be moving on, as best I can. As will you be moving on, as best you can. This horrible feeling of unreality hopefully will pass,