Last night my daughter said the prayer on dinner, after hearing it, I was quite stunned. In her prayer, she blessed those who died on Memorial Day, those who don’t have a mom or dad…and the list went on. At first, I couldn’t understand what it was that she was talking about, but, after I pieced it all together I realized that she really meant on September 11th. After dinner she asked me all kinds of questions, but, her biggest hang up was that she didn’t know anything about 9/11 until that day at school. She kept asking me why she didn’t know, and all I could tell her, was that she wasn’t even a year old when it happened, and its a sad day, not necessarily something that I would fill my seven year olds head with. Those images haunt adults, I don’t need to add that to her plate right now.
Today, I heard radio stations playing the voices of those who either left us that day in a plane, in the towers, those who got calls from victims, and family members (wives, children, parents, siblings), about their memories, or things that were said. The things that were said were so touching, so deeply meaningful, that it was hard not to burst into tears in the first 30 seconds. I held out as long as I could, but, it really didn’t last too long (I was trying to keep the mascara from running down my cheeks for my meeting).
I will always remember September 11th, sitting in my bed, with my husband (newly married) and watching the horror. I will also never forget the sincerity of my daughter and how deeply she cared for these people she knew nothing about. Her sincerity, concern, and desire to know about this day will last with me forever. I LOVE YOU Pookie Bear!
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