Wow!

I had a detailed post written and ready to post, and then I saw the news this morning…  It seems silly to share all the smaller trials and tribulations from an otherwise average weekend amongst such incredible news, so here's just a brief update.  Ty had a good weekend.  Despite only a few episodes of nausea, Ty is really getting back to himself lately.  He wants to play all the time.  He interacts with his shows on TV and lately he started singing again, which might be the cutest thing ever.  On Friday night, one of my best friends drove a couple of hours to spend the night and help out, even while she is pregnant with twins.  As much as I love the help, I love the company from my friends even more.  I forget how desperately I need that!  Then on Saturday, another one of my best friends came out and did the same thing for me.  Thank you, Lou, for taking the kids out with you for the day.  That time sunning out back with Christina and talking about love and loss and 9/11 helped me so much (we spent that entire day together on September 11th/when she lost her incredible brother).  Finally, on Sunday, we were visited by two of Ty and Gavin's absolute favorite people, our precious "Sissy" and Colleen.  While I was still working, Sissy was caregiver for Ty and Gavin since they were babies.  When Ty got sick, her daughter, Colleen, took Gavin under her wing and helped us so, so much by loving him and having fun with him when we had to give 100% to Ty.  We love you guys!  Finally, Sunday night was spent at Nana and Poppa's house for a big, fun dinner.  What amazing news to close out a great weekend. 

Looking back, it's so strange that Christina and I spent so much time reflecting on September 11th just hours before history was made. 

A moment to reflect

It feels like yesterday that I watched from the rooftop of my apartment building on 24th Street, a cloud of smoke from two beloved buildings.

It feels like yesterday walking out into the sunshine on that beautiful morning and feeling something evil and terrible in the air.  I could see straight down 5th Avenue the entire way, and the devil was emerging right there in my backyard.

It feels like yesterday that I walked to the office because I simply didn't know what else I should do and I needed to connect with my friends and loved ones. 

It feels like yesterday that I gathered with my friends after the buildings fell down, sharing the shock and the horror.  We dodged the crowds flocking uptown as we walked downtown instead, with no idea where else to go but my apartment.

It feels like yesterday that I left everyone in the shelter of my apartment to travel further with my Christina in search of her brother, Andrew. 

I can still feel the eternity that we spent waiting for him at his firehouse.  Engine 24, Ladder 5.  No word all day.  Nothing well into the night.  Back at my apartment did we even sleep?  No word into the next morning. 

It feels like yesterday when we waited at line at the hospital to check the lists for names of people brought in, expecting pages upon pages, and finding only one short sheet.  As I turned around to leave, I spotted my co-worker waiting in that same line.  No words spoken, just a knowing nod.

It feels like yesterday that every single car in the street, every pole, every window in every building for blocks upon blocks upon blocks by my apartment were covered with missing persons' signs. 

Yesterday, finally, a small justice was served.  Yesterday, some relief was shed.