Tuesday, September 11, 2012


To some, he was a neighbor, to others, a friend. 
 I have heard him called, "A great grandson, cousin, nephew, uncle, brother and son."
By far, the sweetest name I have ever heard him called is "Daddy".
But, to me, he was my husband, 
my best friend,
you know, the person that knows everything about you
 - all the good, all the bad, all the ugly - 
and still loves you, in spite of it all!

104th floor, WTC, September 11, 2001
I know you didn't really leave me, John, because I feel your presence everyday.
I hear your music in our little girl
I see your smile in our son. 
We talk in my dreams ...and I love when you tell me, "You'll be home!"
Until we meet again ...
I love you ....TONS!

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