"Hallelujah"

Interesting how sometimes a memory can back and hit your really hard. Jennie and I were watching Without A Trace last night and the Season 1 finale has a guy whose wife was killed on 9/11 and he can't let go of her and move forward. At the end of the episode, as everything is wrapping up they play Rufus Wainwright's version of Hallelujah.

It's been stuck in my head all day. I was listening to it on YouTube at school tonight between P/T conferences and stumbled upon a 9/11 tribute set to the music and I started link-surfing video coverage of the attacks. You always hear people talk about how they know where they were when JFK was shot or FDR died (pick your generation) and this is totally our JFK/FDR moment. I mean I don't live every day thinking about what happened, but if I'm somehow reminded it's like I'm right back there again in Matt and Jeff's room watching everything unroll on TV (didn't have a TV of my own).

Anyway, I've been totally thinking about it since last night. I can't believe it's been almost 8 years. I keep thinking about how someday I'm going to be an old crusty teacher and this is a part of the history textbooks and I'll be telling my kids about where I was when the towers fell. Ok, I was asleep in my dormroom, but I found out in my Geography of Nat'l Parks class in McPhee. And scouring newspapers and websites for the rest of the semester hooked me on news and policy-wonk discussion and that prompted me to switch my minor to Poli Sci (and dump Spanish - sorry Jenny).