“Mommy, what’s wrong?’ I held her face in my hands and brought her eyes to mine. ‘Baby, there was an accident. Daddy died this morning,’ I whispered to my 12-year-old daughter.”
“It was a helpless day. We stood outside of our home knowing there was nothing we could do. At the end of the day, we had nothing but the clothes on our back.”
“In her final moments, I held my girl one last time and looked at her big brown eyes to tell her how much I loved her.”
“2 of which were even born on the same day! This department is on fire!”
This year, 17 years after the fatal attacks, the tradition continues. Never forget.