I cried twice today. A grand total of 7 tears. But my eyes welled up and leaked on two separate occasions, but the source was the same.
I was listening to the radio in the car.
They were reading the names.
A Hispanic woman spoke about her father who was a pastry chef in Windows of the World. His best dessert was marble cake and they used sit around the kitchen table talking about their lives, eating marble cake. It’s been seven years, and the life she spoke of is happening; she got married, gave birth to a child, is back in school…Every time she left her father would tell her in spanish, “I love you and go with God”. Today she wants to tell that to her father…and I cried.
Later, again I was listening in the car.
They were playing a montage of audio clips, news, peoples reactions, on 9/11. There was a slow mournful song playing in the background. And I cried again.
I slept through Tisha Ba’av.