There are never enough words, because speech is inadequate, to express grief or thankfulness for tremendous sacrifice.
Sometimes all I can do is cry. Then I determine to LIVE and make every moment of MY life count! Live as if I'm are going to live a life that shouts out loud, "THANK YOU!"
I had a vacation day that day and was taking my mother-in-law to the hospital, coincidentally the one where I worked. I had to get her a wheelchair and ran to my department, where a coworker told me of the first plane hitting the WTC. I got her situated where she needed to be, ran downstairs to my desk and called home. My husband had been cutting the lawn when a neighbor told him to go inside and turn on his TV. He saw the second plane hit live. He was crying.
The next day at work, a physicist in our department, a woman from Iran, angrily informed me that we had gotten exactly what we deserved.
Forward to a year later, a few days before 9/11/02, and I'm at work, listening to another secretary the wife of a local firefighter, denounce the plans for a memorial service, stating she wished everyone would forget about and let us get on with our lives.
I don't think I'll ever forget or be the same again.
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Dear (((((((((((Excathedra))))))))))!
The Hero's and the victims, along with their families, friends, and loved ones. They will always be in our thoughts payers and remembrances!
I love you Excathedra, RainbowsGirl
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I remember... pulling over and crying...
There are never enough words, because speech is inadequate, to express grief or thankfulness for tremendous sacrifice.
Sometimes all I can do is cry. Then I determine to LIVE and make every moment of MY life count! Live as if I'm are going to live a life that shouts out loud, "THANK YOU!"
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I had a vacation day that day and was taking my mother-in-law to the hospital, coincidentally the one where I worked. I had to get her a wheelchair and ran to my department, where a coworker told me of the first plane hitting the WTC. I got her situated where she needed to be, ran downstairs to my desk and called home. My husband had been cutting the lawn when a neighbor told him to go inside and turn on his TV. He saw the second plane hit live. He was crying.
The next day at work, a physicist in our department, a woman from Iran, angrily informed me that we had gotten exactly what we deserved.
Forward to a year later, a few days before 9/11/02, and I'm at work, listening to another secretary the wife of a local firefighter, denounce the plans for a memorial service, stating she wished everyone would forget about and let us get on with our lives.
I don't think I'll ever forget or be the same again.
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