Speaking of pregnant...
We go to Paris in 17 days!!!!!!!!!!
In just over 2 weeks I will be in my favorite city!! I can't believe this is happening so fast! I am afraid the trip will go by too fast but I will savor all of it! I decided I want to take pictures there but not too many. I want to remember the trip in front of the camera not behind it.
Well I hope everyone is having a pleasant Sunday!
20
June 2014
“Take
care of mommy for me.”
We
were never late for school but today would be a first. Daddy had
already left for work. He loved to get in early and “get stuff
done” as he said to us so he could come home early and spend time
with us. This morning mommy was in a rush. She had to work, I had
school and the baby sitter for my little sister was not here yet.
Janie was never late. She loved our family and I remember mommy was
very worried that she may not be okay. At around 9 am Janie ran into
the front door. She was pale and had tears in her eyes and she was
drenched in sweat from running.
“Alice!
Is Bill here? Please tell me Bill didn't already leave! Where is he?”
Janie was frantic, panting and running towards my parents bedroom.
She knew Daddy was gone but she was just hoping today was an off day.
We all did.
“Janie,
calm down! What happened?” asked mommy.
Janie
looked at Marie and I and Mommy knew we shouldn't be in the room for
this. I was very unhappy. I was 10. I can be around adults for adult
conversations. Mommy told me to take my little sister to her room but
I didn't stay there, I went back out to the living room. Mommy and
Janie were too busy to even notice me.
“Have
you turned on the TV or a radio in the last half hour? Turn it on I
can't even explain to you what happened,” cried Janie.
A
second plane has crashed into the South Tower of the World Trade
Center. This is no longer being seen as an accidental crash...
The
room was silent. No one spoke. Even Marie was exceptionally quiet for
a 4 year old. My daddy works in the World Trade Center. He works in
one of those buildings, the tall ones that look alike. What did they
mean that planes were crashing into the buildings?
“Mom
where is dad? Where is daddy? When did he leave?” I asked,
practically begging that the world had opened up and swallowed him on
his way to work and he would end up popping out in the subway system
safe and sound. Mommy just stared at me with the same pale and
tearful expression Janie had when she walked in. Nobody answered me.
Nobody moved. That's when the phone rang. I ran to the phone as fast
as I could, faster than anyone else. I needed answers.
“Hello!”
I exclaimed to the caller.
“Abby,”
sighed a voice on the other end, “Abby it's me. It's daddy.”
“MOM!
MOM! IT'S DADDY!” I screamed. She tried to take the phone from me
and I wouldn't let her, “Daddy when will you be home? It is not
safe out there. Where are you?”
“Abby
you need to listen to me okay? You are the big girl of the house now
honey. I need you to do all your homework and be a good girl for me
okay? Can you promise me that please?”
“Daddy
why? You're coming home! Tell me you're coming home!” I was shaking
at this point. Why does he want these things from me?
“Please
honey just promise me. Take care of mommy for me. She is really going
to need you to be a big girl and help out.”
“Okay
I promise. You'll be okay daddy. Promise me you'll be okay? PROMISE
ME YOU'LL BE OKAY!” I demanded into the phone and daddy coughed and
coughed.
“I
will be okay Abby. I love you.”
“I
love you too Daddy.”
I
dropped the phone. The rest was a blur. Marie talked to Daddy next.
Her tiny little hands stole the phone from mommy. Mommy was last. I
don't know that she said much but she stayed on the phone with daddy
until the line went dead. As we sat in the comfort of our nice New
York apartment, our world was falling out from beneath us. Our view
was in the opposite direction of the towers and all the chaos. We saw
bright blue skies and nothing but beauty from our window as the news
announced a plane hit the Pentagon and another plane crashed. The
news was somber and uninformed in all the wreckage. At around 10 am
we watched one tower fall followed by the other a half hour later.
Janie, mommy, Marie and myself were clutching each other as we
watched our world crumbling on the television. Days, weeks, months,
years went by. Life went on. Daddy never came home. They never found
him. Many people never found their loved ones.
One
day, mommy was crying alone at home. I had come home and heard her.
She never heard me come in. I almost forgot that today was her and
daddy's anniversary and that is why she was crying. She always cried
on this day now. I had a part time job my senior year and daddy made
me promise to take care of mommy. I walked back down to the market
and bought us all dinner. I bought mommy her favorite flowers and I
called Janie to come over and have dinner with us. Janie was family
now that we all experienced such a horrible day. When I came home
mommy was in the kitchen looking at her cookbook.
“Don't
worry mommy I am taking care of dinner,” I said as I handed her the
same flowers daddy got her every year.
“Oh
honey thank you. You didn't have to do all of this,” she said as a
tear rolled down her cheek.
“I
know mommy but I promised daddy I would take care of you when he
called us that day and I don't ever intend to break his last
promise.”
I
learned a very hard lesson on September 11, 2001. Life is so fragile.
It only takes one second for chaos to shatter everything we knew and
loved but it also takes only one second to build strength and courage
to face insurmountable conditions from the chaos we are given.
21
June 2014
Far
Away Friends
Phones
calls and texts,
Chats
and pictures,
We
trade these like baseball cards
And
hold them dear to our hearts.
We
once all lived in one place,
Now
we spread out across the states,
Growing
up and growing old
But
never growing apart.
We
catch up on our lives,
Sharing
stories of weddings,
Babies
and new homes.
Reminiscing
of old times,
Breakfast
at Tiffany's,
Sunny,
car rides and dive bars,
Scrubs,
stealing Rowdy,
Don't
forget yelling at the dancing tree,
KITTY
and annoying poor Scott,
Life
never seemed so sweet.
We
may not always live close
But
our hearts remain as one.
Sisters
from other misters
We
have all been through so much,
Never
wavering in love,
Never
tiring of friendship.
With
me you shall always be,
Far
away we may end up
We
are never really that far apart.
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