I have linked these two dates because my grandson was born on 9/11 and I also identify with Leslie Stahl’s book, Becoming Grandma. (See link below.)
Can it really be 15 years since that terrifying day in New York City? It changed us forever and the reverberations still occur.
This is also my grandson’s birthday. He was born 9/11/91, 10 years before the Trade Center 9/11, so I always have mixed feelings on this day.
There will be something on TV for us to pay homage to those who died, either in the accident itself or the people who died trying to save others such as the firemen.
The day after 9/11 memorial services National Grandparents Day, which brings back the joy of having a grandchild. But now his birthdays forever linked with 9/11, and sadly, his mother’s (my older daughter’s) birthday is on April 20th, which is when the massacre took place @ Columbine High School.
I plan to watch some of the TV coverage of 9/11 and also call my grandson to wish him Happy Birthday. He is in California and will celebrate his birthday there.
For Mother’s Day this year I wanted to review Becoming Grandma by Leslie Stahl because it had just been released. Feel free to type in Reading Matters for May 2016 in the SEARCH box and scroll down to this book.
P.S. I posted the information above yesterday, September 11th. Then, today, two important events surfaced that I want to share. First, I attended a 9/11 memorial service at a local synagogue in which the rabbi talked about what all of us who lived through 9/11 talk about: Where were you then? His personal story of being in Philadelphia while his girlfriend (now wife) was caught in NYC traffic as a result of 9/11 and he wasn’t sure where she was, but later heard from her.
We sang a couple songs and heard the blowing of the shofar, which is blown every day during the Hebrew month of Elul leading to Rosh Hosanna. The rabbi lit 3 yahrzeit candles (candles to commemorate people who have died): one for those who died in NYC; one for those killed at the Pentagon; and one for those who purposely crashed Flight 93 in Shanksville, PA to stop the plane from going th D.C. When I went home I lit a yahrzeit candle as well and purchased flowers to put on my kitchen table.
Then, tonite I watched the story of fire fighter Stephen Siller who died as a first responder and about his siblings work for almost 15 years to help others with the Stephen Siller Tunnel to Towers Foundation (tunnel2towers.org/) with a run every year that is the same run Stephen took to get from Brooklyn to the towers. He died and his body has never been recovered, but his legacy lives on and the foundation has raised 7 million dollars so far to help disabled veterans from the wars in the Middle East (building houses with special accommodations for their disabilities), as well as victims of Hurricane Sandy and the earthquake in Haiti.
Finally,I spoke to my grandson, Max, whose 25th birthday is today and now feel that I can both honor the people who died on 9/11 and also celebrate my grandson’s birthday, because the rabbi this morning talked about how life contains both sadness and gladness, sometimes at almost the same time! How true!