How I mourned the Twin Towers

I remember where I was when the towers fell. I was at work. I remember the boring form I was working on to setup a cross reference entry point for customer and railroad access lines. I bought and carried a silver coin with a beautiful enameled representation of the twin towers. I mourned the towers a little each day as I would slip my hand in my pocket and felt it. I said to myself that I will always mourn the towers, but knew that my healing would be complete the day that I lost the coin. I still remember the day I lost the coin and I know where I lost it. I was on my bike riding in the MS150. The water tower was in sight signaling the finish line being near. I stopped along side the road for a quick break with my companion and best Friend, Amanda. I felt the coin in my pocket and felt a little sad. At the finish line we went around and did all the celebratory things that one does after riding all day long and accomplishing so much. I reached my hand in my pocket as was my habit to do frequently during each day. I don't think anyone ever noticed my strange quirk of reaching into my pocket occasionally, but that day, I looked at Amanda and told her that I lost my coin. I wanted to cry a little, but I had always said that when I lost it, I would allow myself to accept the loss and tragedy. I could have gone back. It was only a couple miles. I knew where to look, but sometimes you have to stop holding onto the grief. I still remember where I was when I heard the news about the towers, but also, I remember the beautiful day that I allowed myself to stop mourning. I still have fond memories and love seeing the twin towers in the older Friends episodes, but the coin that I can still feel in my mind may have been found alongside the road by someone else that needed to mourn more than I did.