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story10874.xml

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2004-09-10

On september 11, 2001 my father was killed. He was taken from me when i was 15 and i am now 18. He was in the first tower that was hit and the last one to fall. He was on the top floor for a ten minute meeting (which his coworder was supposed to go to but didnt) with one of his clients to talk about plans for decorating the whole floor.I didnt find out that my dad was in the towers until i came home to a house full of family. Everyone was there trying to contact him or anyone who might be with my dad. We tried for days. We called his cell phone nonstop and left him all sorts of messages but all we could do was sit and wait. I didnt go to school for the rest of the week. I was just too upset. In fact i was so upset that i made myself sick. The next week i went back to school and had everyone coming up to me and asking me if i was ok and did they find him and watching it all day over and over. It was really hard to get through the days. Meanwhile my ex-sister was supposed to be married on September 14. We had to rescedule the whole thing. Then on September 25 i got off the bus from school and saw two cop cars sitting in front of my house. I ran to the door and asked my mom where dad was. The policeman said they found his body and right then i exploded. I fell to the floor and couldnt stop crying. I started to regret a lot of things that i did and didnt do. You never really know how special someone is until theyre gone and its so true. At the service for my dad I made a long speech in front of a church crowded with people. It was the hardest thing ive ever had to do. It was so hard keeping the tears back but with the help of my dad i did it. I felt like a pat of me died along with him. I didnt want to do anything. I felt really bad for my mom because she had run the company my father also left behind. He was the owner of Colonial Art Decorators and was well repected in the city of New York. She didnt have any time to really grieve for my dad. Although time does go on and we have to push on with our lives as much as we dont want to and are reminded everyday of what happened. We just recently had to shut down the company that my dad loved and put so much time into. There was no more money and no one would help us at all. We asked and asked but no one cared about the business as much as we did. I was supposed to run the company and now i cant. It really upsets me when i think about it because not only did i loose my dad (the only person whole get me to smile if i was mad or upsest) but we lost everything my dad worked for and more. Tomorrow it will be three years and its my first year in college.Its been really hard these past couple days and writing this story really helped relieve some of the saddness. Thank u for reading this story. i hope it helps u as much as it helps me.