I sat down to try to write another blog but just could not.

Friday night Bill was out with friends and my son and I had a “mother-son” dinner. [Bacon wrapped steak and a boulder blossom at Boulder Creek, his current favorite meal].

We were together as the events in Paris were being reported. We watched together and talked. He was intently interested but commented that he was too young to remember 9/11 – he was barely 1 ½ at the time – and so he really only knows the stories.

Yesterday Rona asked about our feelings in light of the atrocities in Paris. My feelings are complicated. Friday night brought me right back to 9/11. Unlike my son, those memories are still so present and painful.

Today I am sad, angry, proud and worried. I could describe a few more emotions too.