The dread of the date rolling around again for another year. Having to relive the day that ended your loved one’s life. I remember the day I lost my grandmother. It was Christmas morning and we received the call from her sister crying “that Mary Ann was dead.” It sent shivers down my spine. Holidays for me are now changed forever. Christmas is now more sullen. I can only imagine for the people who lost someone on 9/11, the pain must be similar. Most people don’t seem to empathize that replaying the planes hitting the buildings on ad nauseam isn’t comforting just traumatizing. However this is educational for some, but this is played every year for the past thirteen
The dread of the date rolling around again for another year. Having to relive the day that ended your loved one’s life. I remember the day I lost my grandmother. It was Christmas morning and we received the call from her sister crying “that Mary Ann was dead.” It sent shivers down my spine. Holidays for me are now changed forever. Christmas is now more sullen. I can only imagine for the people who lost someone on 9/11, the pain must be similar. Most people don’t seem to empathize that replaying the planes hitting the buildings on ad nauseam isn’t comforting just traumatizing. However this is educational for some, but this is played every year for the past thirteen