I can agree with that! Moving out of the US was something of a relief in that I didn't want the international community to think maybe I chose those freak leaders who don't truly lead. I did put words to my grief a little later, and while it is very badly written as it is mainly a catalog of what my boyfriend at the time and I did that day, it is astonishing, even to me who lived it. The day reminded me of movies about JFK's assassination - everyone crying in public. I wonder if my parents are over that, or whether, as you say, they got numb. And he was only one man, though one might say an actual leader. *sigh* I've gotten over trauma before. But tomorrow I head back to the States to get together with my college class, one of whom was on Flight 11. It just keeps coming back.