We will not waver; we will not tire; we will not falter; and we will not fail. Peace and freedom will prevail.
-- George W. Bush, 2001--

 

Making this page is the hardest thing that I ever thought I would have to do, but now I have the courage in me to do it after months of hurt and pain from this tradegy. I live in NY have always lived in NY all of my life born and raised here. I never thought that my beautiful city, my home, my own family would be attacked by terrorists. Life in New York is not the same and never will be. On September 11th, early in the morning I was on the net. I was voting for my friends because at the time I was in a web competition called The Fantasy Fights. As soon as I finished voting, I turned on my ICQ, and my friend Theresa was sending me messages. The first thing she asked me, was "Are you okay?, I said yes of course I am okay, you sound so nervous? What is happening, I said." She said, turn on your television, NYC is being attacked!. They are bombing the World Trade Center!"

At that very moment, I did not know what to feel, I ran to the television and turned it on and there were the towers in smoke..I ran to the phone and called work, because I was not due to go in until 12:30pm that afternoon and it was only 8:45am, everyone was crying, my boss, my friends, they closed the clinic. I then started to call my family and all of friends and everyone was in tears, nervous. I started to cry as I watched the television, when I contacted my immediate family members and heard their voices, I just thanked the Lord that they were alive and well. Most of my family members work in Manhattan, along with several of my friends. It didn't dawn on me, at the moment that my cousin Wanda was dying. She worked in the towers.

Later that evening, my mom called me and told me that they couldn't find Wanda. That Wanda was missing. My heart sank. And I just prayed that she was just hurt and that she got out. And that they would find her. Her husband is a fire fighter. He had to work ground zero, and everyday he looked for her through the rubble. She was only thirty years old. After weeks of searching my family realized that she was gone, and we had a funeral for her. Before Christmas Wanda was found. They found a piece of her body which identified her. The day before this tragedy, it was her second wedding anniversary with her husband. That was her last goodbye to the love of her life. I know that she is safe now and she is with God.

The memories that I have of my cousin Wanda are wonderful. She was funny, intelligent, beautiful. She had so much going for her. She was full of love. I remember playing in Puerto Rico at her house when I was just seven years old. I was visiting for the summer. I loved going there, we had so much fun. When I did my communion that year, my mom took a beautiful picture of us at the church. We look so much alike, that my family reminds me every time they see me, since this horrible event has taken place, especially my aunt who lives downstairs in my mother's house.And one thing that we did have very much in common is that we love coffee. It's a tradition in my family.

I know that terrorism will never come to an end. And for me to hate, or turn racist against Arabic people is wrong, and it is not my intention to ever do that. But what I can do is let the world know that hating is wrong, and freedom is right. Innocent people have been killed, children have lost their parents, families like mine are suffering because of this. This has to stop. It has to come to an end. I served in The United States Navy for eight years, I enlisted in 1992 during The Persian Gulf War And I know that America will always prevail. And our President and the founders of this country will make sure that we do. I have faith in God and in America.

Wanda and I the day of my communion. I was seven years old, Wanda was 9 years old.

 

 

We Must Never Forget take a moment to vividly remember.

Warning: The following are very graphical accounts of this day, this includes pictures and movie footage. I ask that you enter it with an open heart and mind if you choose to do so, I know it is very hard and difficult to remember or to see this event come alive again, however if it is forgotten then history will surely repeat itself.

 

"If Tomorrow Never Comes"

 

If I knew it would be the last time
that I'd see you fall asleep,
I would tuck you in more tightly
and pray the Lord, your soul to keep.

If I knew it would be the last time
that I see you walk out the door,
I would give you a hug and kiss
and call you back for one more.

If I knew it would be the last time
I'd hear your voice lifted up in praise,
I would video tape each action and word,
so I could play them back day after day.

If I knew it would be the last time,
I would spare an extra minute or two
to stop and say "I love you,"
instead of assuming you would know I do.

If I knew it would be the last time
I would be there to share your day,
Well I'm sure you'll have so many more,
so I can let just this one slip away.

For surely there's always tomorrow
to make up for an oversight,
and we always get a second chance
to make everything right.

There will always be another day
to say our "I love you's,"
and certainly there's another chance
to say our "Anything I can do's?"

But just in case I might be wrong,
and today is all I get,
I'd like to say how much I love you
and I hope we never forget,
tomorrow is not promised to anyone,
young or old alike.
And today may be the last chance you get
to hold your loved one tight.

So if you're waiting for tomorrow,
why not do it today?
For if tomorrow never comes,
you'll surely regret the day
that you didn't take that extra time
for a smile, a hug, or a kiss,
and you were too busy to grant someone,
what turned out to be their one last wish.

So hold your loved ones close today,
whisper in their ear,
tell them how much you love them
and that you'll always hold them dear.

Take time to say "I'm sorry,"
"please forgive me," "thank you," or "it's okay."
And if tomorrow never comes,
you'll have no regrets about today

~ Norma Bkurnett ~

 

 

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