I forgot one...on September 11, I was so completely numb and kind of in a daze after watching the coverage all day while down at my parents' house (09/11 is my mom's birthday) that I decided to "take a break" from everything and flipped on ESPN, naively assuming they'd be talking about sports and lighter-hearted stuff. About 10 seconds after I changed the channel, they announced that 2 scouts from the LA Kings (NHL) had been on the plane that hit the north tower. I'm a HUGE hockey fan, and hearing that some of "our own" had been directly involved absolutely shattered the 1000-yard stare I'd had goin' all day. I cried and cried and cried, because suddenly it was real.
I don't remember crying for Princess Diana, though I do remember obsessively watching the coverage of everything. I had given myself food poisoning, as it turned out, the night/day of her funeral, so in between bouts of projectile vomiting, I watched the funeral live on TV. I cried for her sons--they looked so young and yet so brave. I couldn't imagine how they held it together.