I had taken time off from work the previous week to be with a very, very sick dog & was still exhausted from the ordeal. Normally I listened to the radio on the long drive in, but that morning I treasured the silence. I was so exhausted I didn't notice the mood of my friend on our ride down to the cafeteria for coffee. He asked me how I was doing. I said Mollie-dog would recover. He just stared at me. He knew I would always remember it was he that broke the news of 09/11. I am grateful for his gentle tolerance when I said - "I'm sure it was an accident." He said no. We didn't speak after that. TV's had been set up in the cafeteria. Except for the broadcasts, it was a silent day - each person lost in their own thoughts.
A quilting friend sent me a great article on a 9/11 quilt memorial in the Denver Capitol building. I hope, as someone who loves quilts, it will bring you comfort. Here is an excerpt that really says it all (the link follows):