I was awakened this morning to a news brief on the rock station that my boyfriend’s alarm is set to bearing the sad news of the loss of the Columbia space shuttle. It’s a hell of a way to wake up. Sadly, it reminds me of when my mother woke me up on September 11, 2001. There is something surreal about news of a tragedy when you are coming out of sleep, like it’s all just a dream.
My thoughts are with the families of the crew members.