Everything I felt--the loss, the sadness--from Challenger...flooding back, redoubled.
I'll post more later.
Heroes flew. Heroes died. The dream lives on.
I was watching Challenger, and knew at once something was wrong, horribly wrong.
This time, I heard on NPR that the expected communication had not resumed...I incorrectly assumed that it was a late reacquisition from the ionospheric radio black-out...and late acquisitions happen...
I went on about my business, rushing Quinn into his swimming lesson, only giving it a second thought--but really being in too much of a rush to drop everything.
I guess that's the difference now--I have my obligation to Pam's and my son...that his life go on.
He is very empathic...he knows that something is wrong and that I am saddened. I'm explaining that yes, I'm sad...that something bad has happened. But that I'll be okay.
And I will.
And so will he.
I could web-file (not e-file) in New Jersey...can't state e-file unless you federal e-file...but New Jersey is so anti-deduction that almost nothing in my itemized deductions count in NJ...which means Uncle Sam owes us big, but we owe joisey...oh well...