Of all the coverage of the 10th anniversary of the September 11 attacks, this image, which I just came across, is the one that has broken the emotional dam for me. So much pain in that man, in his hand, covering his son's name. It's all he has of him, this space on the memorial, and it's taken a full decade for him to receive it.
My own dear, beloved, lively in living colour boy just helped me find my glasses so I could see this marvelous moonrise.
Now, off the computer I go, to have dessert with my son.