The sheriff, the neighbor shaking telling us it was bad, the
ten mile drive to the hospital, the scene of the accident, the tears, the
doctors, saying goodbye to Dad, touching his hand, the prayers in the empty
Catholic Church.
After the tears, the calm took over. I was at peace knowing this day was Dad’s day
to go home. Embracing the grief, letting
the tears flow freely, talking to family daily.
All of these things came naturally.
No more resistance. I was going
to be OK.
Our world was shaken while I was drying my hair on September
11, 2001. Little did I know at the time that
tragedy was about to strike. Happy
thoughts of peace and content ran through my mind, and unbeknownst to me the
world was in trouble. At that time,
while drying my hair, the plane was speeding directly into the World Trade
Center New
York
The second plane, the desperate news, the terrorists, the
Pentagon, the confusion, my mind not able to think of anything else, the
collapse, the fear, the prayers in my empty car.
After the shock, the tears took over. Once again my world was shaken, and this time
I knew no peace. The evil shocked me,
the tears flowed freely, talking to everyone including strangers. The prayers this time were conversations with
my dad in hopes he could guide me emotionally through this time.
He told me to look at how bright and strong the good was in
the world when set against this terrible evil.
How all good people in the world have banded together regardless of
religion, race or nationality. He
reminded me that love will always win over hate. To keep the faith. He told me I was going to be OK.
Life is short. Be
happy. Eat your ice cream first. Your world can change while drying your hair.
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