What a strange morning.. I woke up dreaming of London ... Walking in Trafalgar Square ...a red double decker bus goes by... watching a deformed pigeon hopping on one foot...
I woke up to a phone call from my sister...barely aware that my radio alarm was blaring NPR. "There's been a bombing in London," Hedds tells me.
I just started bawling. It was like being in London on 9/11. I was so confused. I didn't know what to do with what I was hearing.
"... Explosions in downtown London...2 fatalities and numerous injuries..." from the radio.
"...so tell Mom to call Auntie..." from Hedda. I look into the mirror across my room. I'm wearing an old London Underground t-shirt. Probably a souviener from our last visit.
I rush downstairs and find my mother dialinng on the phone. There are images on the TV screen in the living room...unreal. Everything looks like Trafalgar. The marketplace where I learned about the Towers.
I can hear my mother talking on the phone.
"Do you want to talk to your auntie?"
I nod and grab the phone. "Are you alright?" I ask.
"Of course I am," she coos lightly in her lovely English accent. I'm being completely foolish. My Aunt and Cousine Kam live hours away from London. Auntie Lil goes on to relate how the neighborhood was all a twitter and her difficulty in getting hold of Kam and Andrew. She said, "Then I took a nap..." but everyone was ok.
No, not everyone's ok ...horrible times...
Kam, Andrew... I love and miss you guys... email me?
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