It's been six months.
Every month I try to write up something for my journal, about my thoughts then and now, about . . . it all. And I still end up stopping when I can't find the words. I'm not sure I'll ever have the words.
I keep thinking I should get things down, for posterity, to remind myself what it was like.
Today I realized I don't need to, I'm not going to forget.
New York Times slideshow.