“That was just about enough to shatter my heart into a million pieces. My kids’ grandparents live 970 miles away and 2,437 miles away. We chose this life for our children. We chose to pursue opportunity in states far away from our own parents, their grandparents.”
“Every time she entered the room, my heart leapt out of my chest. I tried my hardest to hide my feelings, but I was doing a HORRIBLE job. One night, after drinking with my buddies, I figured I’d tell her. I just had to get this off my chest! To my surprise, she wrote me back.”
This year, 17 years after the fatal attacks, the tradition continues. Never forget.
“When I woke up, I heard the shower going. Then I heard someone leave the apartment. I rushed to Mike and Elena’s bedroom and hollered for him. No response, so I kept hollering, ‘Mike, Mike are you in there?’ Moments later, his tower was hit.”
“When my son was two months old, my life took a turn I never expected. I bent down to pick my baby up and felt something snap. I dropped him in his crib and couldn’t move. I called my doctor and said, ‘Something isn’t right.'”
“I had no time to digest this news, no time to research, no time to prepare. I went into early labor and delivered my daughter days later. More doctors, more scans, more blood work, all to be told my week-old daughter had stage III brain cancer. Terminal. ‘You can expect her to die soon.’ What was supposed to be the happiest few days of my life were the most painful and traumatic moments I’ll ever experience.”
“We went to Disneyland this week, and my son got 2nd degree burns on his hand and tummy. It was not from Disneyland, but it happened from being in the sun for long periods of time. 2nd degree burns. His hand is so swollen he can’t close it or use it.”
“Personal effects like my notepads – so he can see what my writing was like. Or the perfume he helped pick out for me earlier this year so he’ll remember my smell.”
“The floodgates broke, and I sobbed uncontrollably. Was I less of a mother because of how my baby was being delivered? It was the worst thing that could have been said to me.”
“Looking at her reflection she is forced to blink to see clearly. Her gray hair is set in curlers. She is thinking about all the friends and family she has outlived. She considers bending down to fix her knee-high stocking, but instead, sighs deeply.