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2002-09-11

On September 11, 2001, I had taken the day off to be at home in my own grief. My oldest son was killed on September 11, 1996. I never watch television, but on this sad day for me, I found myself pouring another cup of coffee and bringing it into the bedroom and turning on the TV. Not five minutes later, I watched in horror as the events began to unfold. I cannot explain what this did to me, but I was shaking uncontrollably, crying....not only for my own loss, but to know that now so many others will mourn the loss of their own children and loved ones. It is a pain that no one should have to know. The anniversary of my son's death is now shared by so many in our country. As was my son's death, the deaths on 9/11/01 were senseless and at the hands of others.
My heart goes out to each and every person who has lost a loved one. It never gets any easier, the pain never goes away. It just gets "different"