I cried this evening, Sept. 11. I cried while sitting on our moon-drenched  deck with two cats on my lap drinking in the Salish Sea before us. I cried  for the humans that perished in Manhattan, on airplanes and in the rolling hills of western Pennsylvania. I cried for their friends and loved ones. Although I didn’t lose anyone, I lost them all! I choked up at church as a remembrance message was sent. I cried out on our back deck in the middle of the afternoon because I didn’t know what else to do. I read every scrap of newspaper that we receive, every word, I read the names of all of those who were taken from us published in the Everett Herald, a difficult task. My laptop screen is blurry at this moment. Must be the humidity. I’ll cry again!

Robert Moliter
Oak Harbor