Early this morning, I stepped outside to look up at the dark sky contrasting against the stars. The constellations twinkled. I blinked.
I blinked again. The air conditioner hummed.
Back inside, I made an espresso and drank a glass of water. My dogs growled. I opened up the back door and let them out.
Time to give the dogs their meds.
My feet felt swollen. Everything feels swollen. My heart. My head. My eyes.
I think back to the day the towers fell. My dad was still alive. My dad called me as I watched the news coverage in my high rise apartment in LA. I was in law school at USC and lived on 4th and Spring.
He said, "Are you watching Jenny?"
I can almost hear his voice in my head. And if there's one silver piece of memory I want to remember from that awful day, it's his gentle voice.
Checking on me. Making sure I was okay. Telling me to come home.