If I wanted my blog to feel old, I would say, “You had a Nokia cell phone, and you are only five years younger than the war in Afghanistan.”
This blog is so old (how old is it (she said like an old person who remember Johnny Carson)) — it is so old it only had to look back five years for the first September 11 post: Where I was on September 11.
Two years later and seven years out I’d completely forgotten 25% of the catastrophe.
Ten years out I was struggling with the anniversary of Mom’s death too.
Last year I was struggling to believe anything.
And then this year I was watching the update of Memory Box, and Gary came in, looked at the burning towers, and said, “Wow, what is that?”
I gaped at him, and he pivoted to “Well, what I meant was ‘What are you watching?’”
I immediately made him recount where he was, and he was almost accurate (except he said he was still in bed, which is credible but not accurate).