Tag: 9/11

Shannon Marie Fava

Shannon Marie Fava (nee Nielsen), age 30, died tragically on September 11, 2001 at the World Trade Center. She was bondsbroker at Cantor Fitzgerald.

Not a day goes by that I don’t think of your family. Although I don’t know you at all. We’ve never met. I don’t know any of your family. Until today I really didn’t know your name. There are just so many names, it is taking me years to get through each one. But I go through them. And search. To learn. To listen. To hear your stories. I pick a name from that horrible legacy of a list and I go.

Your name touches me personally. My family will know why. You share something in common with one of my own children. You were so young. You had so much to share, learn and give to your family. I know you are safe now, but I still weep daily for your family and so many other families.

Only 30 years old, just a baby in the long look of life. You met your husband, Frank, at only 18 and fell in love. I know he and your son Joseph Anthony, must miss you terribly and I feel for them. It seems you were very close to your brother, Dennis. His pain must also know no bounds.

I feel for your parents: so loving and heartbroken.  Your beautiful godchild, Alexandria and your nephew Dennis III, have you only in thoughts and memories from their parents, but I know you must watch over them. The pictures, they so remind me of our family and I feel pain for your loved ones. Knowing what it is like to lose a loved one. The wishing for more. The missing of what might have been. An animal lover myself, I know your dear little Zeus must miss you too.

I have taken a moment to get to know you a bit, as best I can. Not to intrude upon your family. But to help the world remember a lost soul. A senseless loss. A reminder that life is short. And a reminder to get to know your neighbor, because tomorrow they might be gone. And to honor you. You and your family.

You are one of many. This year, you are my one. I miss you. Even though I didn’t know you, I miss what ever you had to give to my world. I wish your family peace and solace. God bless you, Shannon Marie.

We will never forget.

(My previous 9/11 posts are here and here)

Get Your Flags Ready ~ No Time To Waste

My remembrance of 9/11 I posted last year.

Please join us in this FLY THE FLAG campaign and PLEASE pass this on immediately to everyone you know.

On Thursday, September 11th, 2008, an American flag should be displayed outside every home, apartment, office, and store in the United States . Every individual should make it their duty to display an American flag on this seventh anniversary of one our country’s worst tragedies.

We do this honor of those who lost their lives on 9/11, their families, friends and loved ones who continue to endure the pain, and those who today are fighting at home and abroad to preserve our cherished freedoms. In the days, weeks and months following 9/11, our country was bathed in American flags as citizens mourned the incredible losses and stood shoulder-to-shoulder against terrorism. Sadly, those flags have all but disappeared. Our patriotism pulled us through some tough times and it shouldn’t take another attack to galvanize us in solidarity. Our American flag is the fabric of our country and together we can prevail over terrorism of all kinds.

So, here’s what we need you to do … (1) Call or email everyone you know. Take a moment to think back to how you felt on 9/11 and let those sentiments guide you. (2) Fly an American flag of any size on 9/11. Honestly, Americans should fly the flag year-round, but if you don’t, then at least make it a priority on this day.

Remembering 9/11

In early September 2001, my work needed me to go to MA to check on an acquisition they were making. I didn’t want to go. I can’t really remember why, there was something going on at home (school starting? Macdougal’s birthday?) that I didn’t want to miss. I made it as difficult as possible for them, refusing to fly from SD because it wasn’t a direct flight. So I was booked from LA. But I still wasn’t happy and complained daily. Finally, a week or so before I was to leave my boss succumbed to my annoying harping and postponed the trip by two weeks.

The morning of 9/11 I could not go back to sleep after Mr. Vixen left for work at 5am, so I was watching live when the second plane crashed. It was overwhelmingly devastating. I am really an old softy and can be quite sensitive. I just sat on the couch, unable to move away from the screen. Until the kids woke up and came to see why I didn’t wake them for school. That distracted me. They had questions. They had fears. I had to take care of them.

As I walked into work, the TV was in the front hall and everyone was standing around it. My coworker ran up to me and hugged me. She wanted me to pray with her. As she prayed, she thanked God that I had made such a fuss about not going to Boston. I stopped her. “What are you talking about?” She went over to her desk (she did all the travel arrangements) and pulled out my itinerary. I had been booked to return home on this day, on United Airlines Flight 175, the very plane I had watched fly into the tower just hours before. I sat at my desk, grateful and shocked. My phone rang and it was my mother. She was crying and saying “that was your flight.”

I know I can only imagine the pain and suffering of the families of all the victims on that day. I feel their loss so personally. It hurts my heart to imagine their life without their loved ones. I will always remember.
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