In Which Your Narrator Forgets What Today Is

Today, as I was driving home from work I noticed that flags were at half-staff. I was mildly curious, so I turned on the radio to listen to the news. I figured someone had died, someone important, someone from the government, or something like that; but I didn't hear anything, so I didn't think much of it until I noticed more flags at half-staff. I was starting to really wonder now, who died? I hadn't heard or read anything about anyone dying, I was actually quite perplexed, but then I realized what it was: today is September 11th. Six years ago we were all in shock at least I was, but six years has passed and that day has kind of shifted to the back of my memory, but subconsciously I think I have been avoiding television news and newspapers. That backbrain memory still festers there. I avoid images of that day as best I can. The edges have dulled a bit and I'm not sure how I feel about that.