DaniFly wrote:
Jack, a family friend and neighbor who was trapped on the top floors was able to get through to me on the phone. I went over to his house to put his wife Monica on and his three children to say goodbye.
He was Jewish and asked me to call a Rabbi on the a different phone to divorce him from his wife (apparently it makes a big difference on who you can remarry according to Jewish law if you are a divorcee or a widow).
I will never forget that day.... Monica was crying hysterically on my shoulder while I held his 3 month old baby on my other shoulder.
His oldest son Mike who was 10 years old on 9/11, committed suicide on this day two years ago.
I cant imagine what Monica went through and how she still has the strength and courage to get out of bed every morning and live a normal life.
I miss you Jack and Michael
-Dani
Wow. This story got to me. Thank you for sharing.
Its so easy to loose track of the tragedy in the cold facts and numbers. Its when you talk about specific people and their story that puts it in perspective.
I was very far away when it happened. I was a high school senior here in baton rouge, and I remember taking any free moment that day to watch the news in the library (a lot of time being late for class).
I didn't know anyone who died that day, but it hit me like I did. I remember cringing anytime anyone was called to the principals office, because you knew it wasn't going to be good. Most of these people went home for the day. A lot of people got some very bad news that day, even across the country and world.
My thoughts to those affected... however slight.