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SIGIA-L: In Remebrance
From: Lin (linfar_at_earthlink.net)
Date: Fri Sep 14 2001 - 19:18:32 EDT
A Day of Prayer and Remembrance
On Thursday, September 13, 2001, I traveled by foot and bus--along with
thousands of other New Yorkers--to Union Square, a well-known park on 14th
St. in the heart of Manhattan. It is situated about 30 blocks from "Ground
Zero'. This historic gathering place, long consecrated throughout the last
century with protests and spontaneous demonstration, sits at the border
beyond which no civilian could any longer travel to lower Manhattan.
Not surprisingly it became a natural magnet for New Yorkers seeking to
communicate, commiserate and console one another after the attack on the
World Trade Center.
I entered the park from the uptown end anxiously looking around. After
some initial fear that it had been a wild goose chase, I picked out a
milling, eerily quiet gathering of people at the opposite, or downtown end.
A woman I had met on the bus--like myself another turned-away blood donor
and volunteer--was also going to 'the memorial', and she cradled a blood
red bouquet of roses for those killed.
I had no flowers, but I brought a notebook. In times of crises we return to
what we know. I have been a news reporter for at least half my life.
The two of us didn't really know much, only that some NYU students--also
frustrated volunteers-- late the day before, Wednesday, had taped long
rectangles of butcher paper on the ground, and that people in the park had
begun writing on them.
I had brought a pen. So had my new acquaintance.
As the two of us joined the hushed and milling throng we shook hands and
said, 'Goodbye.' Without saying it we both understood that privacy was part
of our need.
I knelt down with those squatting or sitting in front of about a 12-ft.
high plaster pillar, naked wire resembling a torch flowing out of its top.
On its front in silver glitter someone had glued the letters:
To The Victims of Terrorist Attacks.
No one seemed to know when, but sometime later an unknown person had wired
to it, a long rectangular piece of World Trade Tower Two.
In front of this pillar floated a sea of candles, small US flags, bouquets
of roses by the dozens, many still in their cellophane wrappers, and single
flowers of every kind. Spreading out from these were messages. They were
Bold like headlines or artfully drawn like Murals. There were also
notes--some short, some long--printed or scrawled in every color pen,
ranging from sentences to headlines to poems to long rambling outpourings.
Many included quotations of every kind and they were written in all the
languages of all the people who comprise this American melting pot:
Chinese, Hebrew, Japanese, Arabic, Russian, Spanish, and many more.
It would be awhile before I realized that these messages spread out from this
Center in a hodge podge in every direction and that they numbered in the
thousands.
All around me people were crying. They were young and old, Black and
White and Asian. A young girl with wicker wings tied to her back asked if I
needed a hug. I did. But I said I didn't. Hours later, at the end of my
travel through this many chambered heart of the city's collective wound, I
hugged a compete stranger. It was the only thing to do.
As I walked around I jotted down, at random, some of the notes inscribed
there. It is my great honor to share them with you. When they were signed I
have included those names.
"Gentlemen may cry 'Peace, Peace'-but there is no peace."
Patrick Henry [revolutionary war hero]
Dear NYC,
I've lived here for a year, and I didn't think I was from here till this
week.
With Love and Remembrance to All.
ROB TIPALDI
RICH CAGGIANO
JUDI SAFI
Together in School
Together in Work
Together in Heaven
Capt. Brown of Ladder Co.3.
Pray for him and his men.
YLF 9-13-2001
UNFORGIVABLE
Love Bears All Things
Endures Forever
God Is Love
This is just too much grief for my mind to process.
Robert Wagner Garden and All the things I love are gone
and thousands of people died while I watched.
Why was I spared?
How can I go on?
Janet Wolfman
Sept. 12, 2001
This Won't Stop New York!
Fear the Evil Within
Before Evil Without
Bomb the Taliban Now!!!!!!
If you hate, they've Won!
God Bless America
Land That I Love
Stand Beside Her
And Guide Her
THEY FAILED THEY FAILED THEY FAILED
Make Their Countries Parking Lots.
Vietnam Vet
What would the DaliLama say?
Towers are small
Love is Infinite
No Day But Today
[Drawing of a Dog]
Spot, Protector of All New Yorkers, sez:
New York will bounce
Back stronger than ever
Arf Arf Arf
[As I watched, a father read this to
his 7-year-old son]
My Heart Will Hurt Forever
Joe
WE WILL NOT BE MOVED
Peace is the God's One Love
To ALL Americans
Russia Feel Your Pain
Igor, Alina, Olga, Oleg
There can be no world peace without YOU
"Live" is a verb
Bible quotes, "And God shall wipe away
All tears from their eyes…"
Rev. 21:4
Let us not into Temptation
And fall in the hands of
The Greatest Enemy
HATE
Don't Give Up People,
Still life down there
Signed with a Chinese Ideogram
[Enclosed inside a heart]
USA all the Way and a cross
We Must Love Each Other or Die
As I watched those buildings fall,
A part of me died with you.
New York is my home and you-though I
did not know you personally-were
My brothers and sisters. We have
been dealt a serious blow, but we
are not defeated.
God Bless You Families.
Reggie Liu
I believe in the American Liberty
Camilla Wasclay
We All Lost Thousands of Relatives
[As I watch a woman kneels and writes]
Scotty you are in our thoughts and prayers
This is the first time in my life I prayed
For people I didn't know.
Nash
[Red & White Roses and Bluebells lie
Across a long butcher paper sheet of
Messages]
Light a candle in your heart but do not
Fuel the anger
Today My Heart Has Been Touched
By The Spirit Of A Nation
WHY?
Arab & Jew
Catholic & Protestant
EveryFucking Body!
Let's stop fighting and
Sit down and have a pint
XOX
I'm not ready to kill
I'm not ready to die
To Be Honest, I'm hardly
Ready to Live
And I'm running out of time
[An origami bird with print on
the wings]
Not one More life Should be taken [on the left wing]
[on the right wing] Say it Again
We Shall Overcome
Shanti Shanti Shanti
[Scattered among the message papers
were Red Cross Flyers: Advice For Stress]
They will not stop us
They are cowards
And must pay
For what they have done
FR
Don't blame the entire Arab world
They were born into this mess.
Just like everyone else.
Heros are created
Everyday when ordinary people
Risk their lives for others.
In remembrance for all that risked
They All must pay
They All must die
[Hebrew script by one writer;
then another writer's
English translation]
Peace will yet come to Us
and to
Everyone
[white roses lay on this]
My Name is BRIANNA
MIGNaNO and I am 6 years old.
I would like to tell all the
Mommys not to cry.
We will pray for
your missing children.
I feel as Blue as this piece of paper
To All Victim's Families
I am deeply sorry.
I was shocked when I heard what
happened.
It's shocking!
In school no one told us
what was wrong.
That made it scarier.
When we finally found out that the twin towers
were gone it was shocking.
It turns out we knew someone on the plane.
My Mom was friends with her and her husband.
He wasn't on the plane.
They also have a dog.
The day it happened there were roses
and candles outside their apartment building.
They lived near us so we saw it before we
knew she was on the plane.
Again, I am truly sorry for all your losses.
Sincerely,
Sabrina
11 years old
Lehman Brothers
1 WTC, 38th to 40th Floor-
Programmmers. Call us and let
us know you got out too. I
Love you guys.
Pamela
Tears of Blood Fall On Our City
Katheryn Winnick
[a large mural with columns of
colorful stick figures of many races
except for two columns in the middle
which are empty and white]
We are Still Standing
Our Hearts Mourn and Our Souls Weep
For Heather HO, Windows on the World
Pastry chef, Fred and Family.
We are with
You wherever you are.
Love, LG 9/13/01
ALOHA
[On a pillar by the subway tunnel,
people taped pictures of missing friends
and relatives]
Letter to Margaret Echterman
We will see you again on Earth or in Heaven
I ended my time in the memorial by sitting
off to one side on a construction lumber pile and
listening to a lone bagpipe.
The woman who played wore shorts and a black
Ghostbusters T-shirt. Somewhat like the shrine,
she at first appeared a motley mourner. But
as I watched her pace and listened to her soulful piping,
I realized No one much cared what she looked like.
The tears wept in response to her music were all that mattered.
This is my offering to America's Day of Prayer and Rembrance
Please pass it along.
A Day of Prayer and Remembrance
On Thursday, September 13, 2001, I traveled by foot and bus--along with
thousands of other New Yorkers--to Union Square, a well-known park on 14th
St. in the heart of Manhattan. It is situated about 30 blocks from "Ground
Zero'. This historic gathering place, long consecrated throughout the last
century with protests and spontaneous demonstration, sits at the border
beyond which no civilian could any longer travel to lower Manhattan.
Not surprisingly it became a natural magnet for New Yorkers seeking to
communicate, commiserate and console one another after the attack on the
World Trade Center.
I entered the park from the uptown end anxiously looking around. After
some initial fear that it had been a wild goose chase, I picked out a
milling, eerily quiet gathering of people at the opposite, or downtown end.
A woman I had met on the bus-like myself another turned-away blood donor
and volunteer-was also going to 'the memorial', and she cradled a blood red
bouquet of roses for those killed.
I had no flowers, but I brought a notebook. In times of crises we return to
what we know. I have been a news reporter for at least half my life.
The two of us didn't really know much, only that some NYU students--also
frustrated volunteers-- late the day before, Wednesday, had taped long
rectangles of butcher paper on the ground, and that people in the park had
begun writing on them.
I had brought a pen. So had my new acquaintance.
As the two of us joined the hushed and milling throng we shook hands and
said, 'Goodbye.' Without saying it we both understood that privacy was part
of our need.
I knelt down with those squatting or sitting in front of a 12-ft. high
plaster pillar, naked wire resembling a torch flowing out of its top.
On its front in silver glitter someone had glued the letters:
To The Victims of Terrorist Attacks.
No one seemed to know when, but sometime later an unknown person had wired
to it, a long rectangular piece of World Trade Tower Two.
In front of this pillar floated a sea of candles, small US flags, bouquets
of roses by the dozens, many still in their cellophane wrappers, and single
flowers of every kind. Spreading out from these were messages. They were
Bold like headlines or artfully drawn like Murals. There were also
notes--some short, some long--printed or scrawled in every color pen,
ranging from sentences to headlines to poems to long rambling outpourings.
Many included quotations of every kind and they were written in all the
languages of all the people who comprise this American melting pot:
Chinese, Hebrew, Japanese, Arabic, Russian, Spanish, and many more.
It would be awhile before I realized that these messages spread out from this
Center in a hodge podge in every direction and that they numbered in the
thousands.
All around me people were crying. They were young and old, Black and
White and Asian. A young girl with wicker wings tied to her back asked if I
needed a hug. I did. But I said I didn't. Hours later, at the end of my
travel through this many chambered heart of the city's collective wound, I
hugged a compete stranger. It was the only thing to do.
As I walked around I jotted down, at random, some of the notes inscribed
there. It is my great honor to share them with you. When they are signed I
have included those names.
"Gentlemen may cry 'Peace, Peace'-but there is no peace."
Patrick Henry
Dear NYC,
I've lived here for a year, and I didn't think I was from here till this
week. With Love and Remembrance to All.
ROB TIPALDI
RICH CAGGIANO
JUDI SAFI
Together in School
Together in Work
Together in Heaven
Capt. Brown of Ladder Co.3.
Pray for him and his men.
YLF 9-13-2001
UNFORGIVABLE
This is just too much grief for my mind to process.
Robert Wagner Garden and All the things I love are gone and thousands of
people died while I watched.
Why was I spared?
How can I go on?
Janet Wolfman
Sept. 12, 2001
Love Bears All Things
Endures Forever
God Is Love
This Won't Stop New York!
Fear the Evil Within
Before Evil Without
Bomb the Taliban Now!!!!!!
If you hate, they've Won!
God Bless America
Land That I Love
Stand Beside Her
And Guide Her
THEY FAILED
Make Their Countries Parking Lots.
Vietnam Vet
What would the DaliLama say?
Towers are small
Love is Infinite
No Day But Today
[Drawing of a Dog]
Spot, Protector of All New Yorkers, sez:
New York will bounce
Back stronger than ever
Arf Arf Arf
[As I watched, a father read this to
his 7-year-old son]
My Heart Will Hurt Forever
Joe
WE WILL NOT BE MOVED
Peace is the God's One Love
To ALL Americans
Russia Feel Your Pain
Igor, Alina, Olga, Oleg
There can be no world peace without YOU
"Live" is a verb
Bible quotes, "And God shall wipe away
All tears from their eyes…"
Rev. 21:4
Let us not into Temptation
And fall in the hands of
The Greatest Enemy
HATE
Don't Give Up People,
Still life down there
Signed with a Chinese Ideogram
[Enclosed inside a heart]
USA all the Way and a cross
We Must Love Each Other or Die
As I watched those buildings fall,
A part of me died with you.
New York is my home and you-though I
did not know you personally-were
My brothers and sisters. We have
been dealt a serious blow, but we
are not defeated.
God Bless You Families.
Reggie Liu
I believe in the American Liberty
Camilla Wasclay
We all lost thousand of relatives
[As I watch a woman kneels and writes]
Scotty you are in our thought and prayers
This is the first time in my life I prayed
For people I didn't know.
Nash
[Red & White Roses and Bluebells lie
Across a long butcher paper sheet of
Messages]
Light a candle in your heart but do not
Fuel the anger
Today My Heart Has Been Touched
By The Spirit Of A Nation
WHY?
Arab & Jew
Catholic & Protestant
EveryFucking Body!
Let's stop fighting and
Sit down and have a pint
XOX
I'm not ready to kill
I'm not ready to die
To Be Honest, I'm hardly
Ready to Live
And I'm running out of time
[An origami bird with print on
the wings]
Not one More life Should be taken [on the left wing]
[on the right wing] Say it Again
We Shall Overcome
Shanti Shanti Shanti
[Scattered among the message papers
were Red Cross Flyers: Advice For Stress]
They will not stop us
They are cowards
And must pay
For what they have done
FR
Don't blame the entire Arab world
They were born into this mess.
Just like everyone else.
Heros are created
Everyday when ordinary people
Risk their lives for others.
In remembrance for all that risked
They All must pay
They All must die
[Hebrew scriipt by one writer;
then another writer's
English translation]
Peace will yet come to Us
and to
Everyone
[white roses lay on this]
My Name is BRIANNA
MIGNaNO and I am 6 years old.
I would like to tell all the
Mommys not to cry.
We will pray for
your missing children.
I feel as Blue as this piece of paper
To All Victim's Families
I am deeply sorry.
I was shocked when I heard what
happened.
It's shocking!
In school no one told us
what was wrong.
That made it scarier.
When we finally found out that the twin towers
were gone it was shocking.
It turns out we knew someone on the plane.
My Mom was friends with her and her husband.
He wasn't on the plane.
They also have a dog.
The day it happened there were roses
and candles outside their apartment building.
They lived near us so we saw it before we
knew she was on the plane.
Again, I am truly sorry for all your losses.
Sincerely,
Sabrina
11 years old
Lehman Brothers
1 WTC, 38th to 40 th Floors,
Programmmers. Call us and let
us know you got out too. I
Love you guys.
Pamela
Tears of Blood Fall On Our City
Katheryn Winnick
[a large mural with columns of
colorful stick figures of many races
except for two columns in the middle
which are empty and white]
We are Still Standing
Our Hearts Mourn and Our Souls Weep
For Heather HO, Windows on the World
Pastry chef, Fred and Family.
We are with
You wherever you are.
Love, LG 9/13/01
ALOHA
[On a pillar by the subway tunnel,
people taped pictures of missing friends
and relatives]
Letter to Margaret Echterman
We will see you again on Earth or in Heaven
I ended my time in the memorial by sitting
off to one side on a construction lumber pile and
listening to a lone bagpipe.
The woman who played wore shorts and a black
Ghostbusters T-shirt . Somewhat like the shrine,
she at first appeared a most motley mourner. But
as I watched her pace and listened to her mournful piping,
I realized No one much cared what she looked like. The tears wept
in response to her music were all that mattered.
This is my offering to America's Day of Prayer and Rembrance
Please pass it along.
>A Day of Prayer and Remembrance
>
>
>
>On Thursday, September 13, 2001, I traveled by foot and bus--along with
thousands of other New Yorkers--to Union Square, a well-known park on 14th
St. in the heart of Manhattan. It is situated about 30 blocks from "Ground
Zero'. This historic gathering place, long consecrated throughout the last
century with protests and spontaneous demonstration, sits at the border
beyond which no civilian could any longer travel to lower Manhattan.
>
>Not surprisingly it became a natural magnet for New Yorkers seeking to
communicate, commiserate and console one another after the attack on the
World Trade Center.
>
> I entered the park from the uptown end anxiously looking around. After
some initial fear that it had been a wild goose chase, I picked out a
milling, eerily quiet gathering of people at the opposite, or downtown end.
A woman I had met on the bus-like myself another turned-away blood donor
and volunteer-was also going to 'the memorial', and she cradled a blood red
bouquet of roses for those killed.
>
>I had no flowers, but I brought a notebook. In times of crises we return
to what we know. I have been a news reporter for at least half my life.
>
>The two of us didn't really know much, only that some NYU students--also
frustrated volunteers-- late the day before, Wednesday, had taped long
rectangles of butcher paper on the ground, and that people in the park had
begun writing on them.
>
>I had brought a pen. So had my new acquaintance.
>
>As the two of us joined the hushed and milling throng we shook hands and
said, 'Goodbye.' Without saying it we both understood that privacy was part
of our need.
>
>I knelt down with those squatting or sitting in front of a 12-ft. high
plaster pillar, naked wire resembling a torch flowing out of its top.
>
>On its front in silver glitter someone had glued the letters:
>To The Victims of Terrorist Attacks.
>
>No one seemed to know when, but sometime later an unknown person had wired
to it, a long rectangular piece of World Trade Tower Two.
>
>In front of this pillar floated a sea of candles, small US flags, bouquets
of roses by the dozens, many still in their cellophane wrappers, and single
flowers of every kind. Spreading out from these were messages. They were
Bold like headlines or artfully drawn like Murals. There were also
notes--some short, some long--printed or scrawled in every color pen,
ranging from sentences to headlines to poems to long rambling outpourings.
Many included quotations of every kind and they were written in all the
languages of all the people who comprise this American melting pot:
Chinese, Hebrew, Japanese, Arabic, Russian, Spanish, and many more.
>
>It would be awhile before I realized that these messages spread out from
this
>Center in a hodge podge in every direction and that they numbered in the
thousands.
>
> All around me people were crying. They were young and old, Black and
White and Asian. A young girl with wicker wings tied to her back asked if I
needed a hug. I did. But I said I didn't. Hours later, at the end of my
travel through this many chambered heart of the city's collective wound, I
hugged a compete stranger. It was the only thing to do.
>
>As I walked around I jotted down, at random, some of the notes inscribed
there. It is my great honor to share them with you. When they are signed I
have included those names.
>
>"Gentlemen may cry 'Peace, Peace'-but there is no peace."
> Patrick Henry
>
>Dear NYC,
> I've lived here for a year, and I didn't think I was from here till this
week. With Love and Remembrance to All.
>
>
>
>
> ROB TIPALDI
>RICH CAGGIANO
>JUDI SAFI
>
>Together in School
>Together in Work
>Together in Heaven
>
>
>
>
>
>Capt. Brown of Ladder Co.3.
>Pray for him and his men.
> YLF 9-13-2001
>
>
>
>
>UNFORGIVABLE
>
>
>This is just too much grief for my mind to process.
>Robert Wagner Garden and All the things I love are gone and thousands of
people died while I watched.
>Why was I spared?
>How can I go on?
> Janet Wolfman
> Sept. 12, 2001
>
>
>Love Bears All Things
>Endures Forever
>God Is Love
>
>
>
>This Won't Stop New York!
>
>
>Fear the Evil Within
>Before Evil Without
>
>Bomb the Taliban Now!!!!!!
>
>
>If you hate, they've Won!
>
>
>God Bless America
>Land That I Love
>Stand Beside Her
>And Guide Her
>
>
>THEY FAILED
>
>
>Make Their Countries Parking Lots.
> Vietnam Vet
>
>
>What would the DaliLama say?
>
>
>Towers are small
>Love is Infinite
>No Day But Today
>
>
>[Drawing of a Dog]
>Spot, Protector of All New Yorkers, sez:
>New York will bounce
>Back stronger than ever
>Arf Arf Arf
>
>[As I watched, a father read this to
>his 7-year-old son]
>
>
>My Heart Will Hurt Forever
> Joe
>
>
>WE WILL NOT BE MOVED
>
>
>Peace is the God's One Love
>
>
>To ALL Americans
>Russia Feel Your Pain
> Igor, Alina, Olga, Oleg
>
>
>There can be no world peace without YOU
>
>
>
>"Live" is a verb
>
>
>Bible quotes, "And God shall wipe away
>All tears from their eyes…"
> Rev. 21:4
>
>
>
>
>Let us not into Temptation
>And fall in the hands of
>The Greatest Enemy
>HATE
>
>
>Don't Give Up People,
>Still life down there
> Signed with a Chinese Ideogram
>
>
>[Enclosed inside a heart]
>USA all the Way and a cross
>
>
>We Must Love Each Other or Die
>
>As I watched those buildings fall,
> A part of me died with you.
>New York is my home and you-though I
>did not know you personally-were
>My brothers and sisters. We have
>been dealt a serious blow, but we
>are not defeated.
>God Bless You Families.
> Reggie Liu
>
>
>I believe in the American Liberty
> Camilla Wasclay
>
>
>We all lost thousand of relatives
>
>
>[As I watch a woman kneels and writes]
>Scotty you are in our thought and prayers
>
>
>
>This is the first time in my life I prayed
>For people I didn't know.
> Nash
>
>
>[Red & White Roses and Bluebells lie
>Across a long butcher paper sheet of
>Messages]
>
>
>
>Light a candle in your heart but do not
>Fuel the anger
>
>
>Today My Heart Has Been Touched
> By The Spirit Of A Nation
>
>
>WHY?
>
>
>Arab & Jew
>Catholic & Protestant
>EveryFucking Body!
>Let's stop fighting and
>Sit down and have a pint
> XOX
>
>
>I'm not ready to kill
>I'm not ready to die
>To Be Honest, I'm hardly
>Ready to Live
>And I'm running out of time
>
>
>
>
>[An origami bird with print on
>the wings]
>Not one More life Should be taken [on the left wing]
>[on the right wing] Say it Again
>
>
>We Shall Overcome
>
>
>Shanti Shanti Shanti
>
>
>[Scattered among the message papers
>were Red Cross Flyers: Advice For Stress]
>
>
>
>
>
>They will not stop us
>They are cowards
>And must pay
>For what they have done
> FR
>
>
>Don't blame the entire Arab world
>They were born into this mess.
>Just like everyone else.
>
>
>Heros are created
>Everyday when ordinary people
>Risk their lives for others.
>In remembrance for all that risked
>
>
>They All must pay
>They All must die
>
>
>[Hebrew scriipt by one writer;
>then another writer's
>English translation]
>
>Peace will yet come to Us
>and to
>Everyone
>
>[white roses lay on this]
>
>
>
>My Name is BRIANNA
>MIGNaNO and I am 6 years old.
>I would like to tell all the
>Mommys not to cry.
>We will pray for
>your missing children.
>
>
>I feel as Blue as this piece of paper
>
>
>
>To All Victim's Families
>I am deeply sorry.
>I was shocked when I heard what
>happened.
>It's shocking!
>In school no one told us
>what was wrong.
>That made it scarier.
>When we finally found out that the twin towers
>were gone it was shocking.
>It turns out we knew someone on the plane.
>My Mom was friends with her and her husband.
>He wasn't on the plane.
>They also have a dog.
>The day it happened there were roses
>and candles outside their apartment building.
>They lived near us so we saw it before we
>knew she was on the plane.
>Again, I am truly sorry for all your losses.
> Sincerely,
> Sabrina
> 11 years old
>
>
>Lehman Brothers
>1 WTC, 38th to 40 th Floors,
>Programmmers. Call us and let
>us know you got out too. I
>Love you guys.
> Pamela
>
>Tears of Blood Fall On Our City
> Katheryn Winnick
>
>
>
>[a large mural with columns of
>colorful stick figures of many races
>except for two columns in the middle
>which are empty and white]
>
>We are Still Standing
>
>
>Our Hearts Mourn and Our Souls Weep
>
>
>For Heather HO, Windows on the World
>Pastry chef, Fred and Family.
>We are with
>You wherever you are.
> Love, LG 9/13/01
>
>
>ALOHA
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>[On a pillar by the subway tunnel,
>people taped pictures of missing friends
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>Letter to Margaret Echterman
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>We will see you again on Earth or in Heaven
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>I ended my time in the memorial by sitting
>off to one side on a construction lumber pile and
>listening to a lone bagpipe.
> The woman who played wore shorts and a black
>Ghostbusters T-shirt . Somewhat like the shrine,
>she at first appeared a most motley mourner. But
>as I watched her pace and listened to her mournful piping,
> I realized No one much cared what she looked like. The tears wept
>in response to her music were all that mattered.
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>This is my offering to America's Day of Prayer and Rembrance
>Please pass it along.
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