o lord, give to the departed eternal rest; let light perpetual shine upon them.

I get so wrapped up in the day to day that I forget this day is different from any other Thursday. I lost no one seven years ago, have lost no one since then except to old age or cancer. There are no missing pieces in my life, no ragged edges to remind me of what happened then. No relative or friend or coworker of mine grieves this day--or if they do, they haven't shared it with me. I seem to exist in a little bubble, untouched by the tragedy. But this is no excuse for my forgetting.

Did you lose someone?
I didn't, but I agree wholeheartedly with your impulse to reach out in sympathy and solidarity with all those who were personally affected by the attacks. And I thank you for reminding me that there is something I can and should always do to help when traumatic events occur or are commemorated--pray.
Prayer shouldn't be so hard to remember in such times--my mom often still needs to remind me.
I feel the same and it's so surreal to see this, the Spain and London bombings and it's just pictures. (Although I have to say I felt like I had PTSD after two days of watching the towers fall, it was so full on.
"Just pictures"--that's a good way of putting it. It's too big a tragedy to get my head around, y'know? Which doesn't mean I shouldn't try, I suppose.