Honestly? I don’t want to remember 9.11.01.
I don’t want to listen to the audio of American Airlines flight attendant Betty Ong — knowing what I know now.
I don’t want to watch videos of children who lost parents when the WTC collapsed.
I don’t want to listen to the CEO of Cantor Fitzgerald talk about that day and how he lost 658 employees — including his own brother. I knew people who worked there. Friends.
I don’t want to look at the photograph of NYFD Chaplain Mychal Judge again, as he was carried from the North Tower — already dead — and feel the same emotions I felt when I first saw the image.
I also don’t want to remember how much I miss Peter Jennings either.
Please wake me up on Monday.