I am always surprised when I realize how much time has passed since the tragedies of 9/11. I imagine that the families and friends who lost a loved one must repeatedly face the same grim realizations of the passage of time, where we coexist in two places: one that feels so far from that last word, look, touch that you can't remember what it feels like to actually know them; and another where certain moments feel like you can graze them with your fingertips.
I feel that way when I remember Rickey.
On a doorway in Queens
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