Steamboat Marti
<marquee><font color=purple>Chick-In-Charge Wannab
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I am mourning the loss of many friends today that did not survive 9/11 - as many others out there are as well. Fortunately my brother was able to get out after watching the second plane hit his building. This has had a profound effect on me, my family and many, many Americans. But there is a story I wanted to share today and it is a bit long... please feel free not to read.
Kenny and Meg were high school sweethearts - you know the couple that everybody liked. They were always happy and always together. They went their seperate ways in college, only to realize they were meant for each other. They married after college and became the parents to two beautiful little girls. They were each others biggest supporters; Ken supported Meg when she because a physical education teacher at one of the toughest high schools on Long Island and Meg supported Ken when he became a NYC police officer on the canine unit. You guessed it, Ken was on duty on September 11. It was the roughest time for my friend Meg - but through it all she knew she was a lucky one; her husband came home to her and her two little girls. Other wives weren't so lucky. She was thankful every day of her life.
Meg is the reason I got over my divorce; she's the reason countless young girls in a tough neighborhood didn't become pregnant - instead they went on to graduate high school and some even went to college. She's the reason that there are two of the most beautiful girls born on this planet. And she was grateful to have her husband Ken home after September 11, 2001.
During softball season she thought she had a urinary tract infection and went to have it checked out. That was about mid July. She didn't have that infection, she had ovarian cancer. She fought bravely and valiantly, as any mother would. She wanted to live to see her babies become adults. She wanted to grow old with Ken, the love of her life that was spared on 9/11. Sadly, she lost this battle and died at age 40. Far too good of a person and far too young to die. She died on September 11 - three years to the day that her husband's life was spared.
So if you have a beer or a glass of wine tonight with dinner, please say a silent toast to my friend Meg, her husband Ken and the girls - and to all those that lost their lives on September 11. I know I'll never be the same again.
Kenny and Meg were high school sweethearts - you know the couple that everybody liked. They were always happy and always together. They went their seperate ways in college, only to realize they were meant for each other. They married after college and became the parents to two beautiful little girls. They were each others biggest supporters; Ken supported Meg when she because a physical education teacher at one of the toughest high schools on Long Island and Meg supported Ken when he became a NYC police officer on the canine unit. You guessed it, Ken was on duty on September 11. It was the roughest time for my friend Meg - but through it all she knew she was a lucky one; her husband came home to her and her two little girls. Other wives weren't so lucky. She was thankful every day of her life.
Meg is the reason I got over my divorce; she's the reason countless young girls in a tough neighborhood didn't become pregnant - instead they went on to graduate high school and some even went to college. She's the reason that there are two of the most beautiful girls born on this planet. And she was grateful to have her husband Ken home after September 11, 2001.
During softball season she thought she had a urinary tract infection and went to have it checked out. That was about mid July. She didn't have that infection, she had ovarian cancer. She fought bravely and valiantly, as any mother would. She wanted to live to see her babies become adults. She wanted to grow old with Ken, the love of her life that was spared on 9/11. Sadly, she lost this battle and died at age 40. Far too good of a person and far too young to die. She died on September 11 - three years to the day that her husband's life was spared.
So if you have a beer or a glass of wine tonight with dinner, please say a silent toast to my friend Meg, her husband Ken and the girls - and to all those that lost their lives on September 11. I know I'll never be the same again.
