9/11 was already a hard day. In 1990 my first son Jonathan died in utero. Today he would be 16 had he survived. I am stunned by the passing of time. Some days it feels like yesterday when my heart shattered into a million pieces and other days it feels like a million years and a million trucks have driven over me.
Ironically, I now have a 9 year old step-daughter who was born on 9/11. Funny how things work out.
Just needed to write something for Jonathan.
If you read this...Thanks! <img src="/images/graemlins/heart.gif" alt="" />
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