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ludy 
Yesterday was a nostalgic day as i saw the replay of 9/11 on TV. I was in my home in Queens, New York City at the time. It goes without saying, I felt the pangs of emotions that emanated from everyone who witnessed this incomprehensible tragedy. My heart went out with the families of the victims, who I knew would experience the replay of anguish, pains and longings for the missed loved ones. I know because I was there. I volunteered with the American Red Cross to help with the Disaster services near Ground Zero, following months after the D-Day.
Being a bereaved parent myself. I felt again the sorrow of losing a child. I learned of the mother who lost her only child--a daughter who was at the World Trade Center. She got the last call from her daughter ending with "I love you" and a scream. I heard so many stories of those last calls from loved ones that the recipients would never let go from their cell phones. I truly understood that because that was the only connection that day and never to see the loved one physically after that.
I said a prayer that morning--that may the Lord helped those who remember be given comfort and peace...even after 7 years after. Sometimes. in some cases, grief get more intense through the years and sometimes it eases. I prayed that their faith in God be stronger and that they find hope, as the Holy Scripture promises that someday, we 'll see our loved ones again.
That hope has been sustaining me through the years and I wish my grieving friends to experience it. We are all in this together as we travel in our grief journeys. I love you.
