My oldest and dearest friend died in the South Tower of the WTC on September 11th. I was five months pregnant at the time and have since given birth to a gorgeous DD.
I met Sue when I was 12 and we became best friends through Junior High School and High School. After that, we stayed in touch. Whenever we talked on the phone or saw each other it was if no time had passed and we picked up where we left off.
My heart is so raw some days—like today—it's as if I am finding out all over again that she is gone. I don't want that to be true. I want her back. I want it all to be a horrible dream and be able to call her up and tell her about my daughter's discovery of her tongue yesterday.
I have stayed in touch with Sue's mom. I look at my DD and I am awed by the depth of grief and sorrow my friend's mom must be experiencing. It's then that I can move beyond my own loss and try to think of how I can help her cope.
I just wanted to express these thoughts and feelings. I think this sadness over her death, and the way she died, will be a part of me from now on.
I met Sue when I was 12 and we became best friends through Junior High School and High School. After that, we stayed in touch. Whenever we talked on the phone or saw each other it was if no time had passed and we picked up where we left off.
My heart is so raw some days—like today—it's as if I am finding out all over again that she is gone. I don't want that to be true. I want her back. I want it all to be a horrible dream and be able to call her up and tell her about my daughter's discovery of her tongue yesterday.
I have stayed in touch with Sue's mom. I look at my DD and I am awed by the depth of grief and sorrow my friend's mom must be experiencing. It's then that I can move beyond my own loss and try to think of how I can help her cope.
I just wanted to express these thoughts and feelings. I think this sadness over her death, and the way she died, will be a part of me from now on.












