I'm still bothered. Funny, just last week my hubby gently suggested that I "see" someone to talk. I don't obsess over it, but I still have nightmares.
I think it doesn't help that I have a good friend/neighbor who, whenever I see him, it's a reminder of that horrible day. He moved here from NY 5 years ago and still kept in touch w/his buddies up in NYC. On Sept. 9th, he asked if I could watch his dogs in November because his best friend was getting married up there.
He worked for Cantor Fitzgerald. In October, I watched his dogs while he attended his friend's memorial service up in NY.