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 | | This was really hard for me to scrap. I have always wanted to scrap this picture but just couldn't. The journaling was written 9/11/02...one year after. The journaling reads as follows (BE ADVISED: there is some difficult things here to read):
September 11, 2001
Of course no one will forget that day. Joe and I called in sick to work, we were planning on doing some fun “wedding” stuff...we were woken up to his Mom screaming about plane’s crashing into the World Trade Center. We watched on TV as we held onto each other for life. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. We watched the second plane hit and the towers fall to the ground. Then it hit me. I knew you would be there. Somehow I just knew. You were working tour 2 with Mario and I knew that when you were together, you guys picked up every hot job, no matter how far away it was. We couldn’t make any phone calls, the lines were all jammed up. They made an announcement on TV for all Police, EMS and Fire personnel to go to your stations. I begged Joe to stay home but he had to go. I was getting ready to go to but he begged me to stay home. I remember hugging him like I would never see him again as he left. I paced. I watched TV. I cried. I prayed. My good friends and co-workers lived a few blocks form me and I walked over there. She told me no one had heard from Keith and Mario since they got on the scene. Then finally I couldn’t take it any longer and I went into Manhattan. I drove to the hospital without looking over the Triboro downtown. There was black smoke everywhere. The police finally let me through and I parked my car and someone drove me to Cornell. When I got there I found out Keith and Mario were “missing.” They put me on an ambulance with a bunch of other Medics and we were sent downtown. I remember just standing in the middle of it thinking it was a bad dream. There was blood, body parts, ashes and rubble everywhere. And the papers...oceans of papers knee deep in places. It was so strange that they didn’t burn. All I could think of was any minute I’d see Keith pushing a stretcher, and I’d yell at him for not letting us know where he was. But I never saw him. Or Mario. Or Jimmy. Or Yesenia. Or any of the other 20 something EMS people I know. Or any of the 15 cops that Joe knew. After 2 weeks Joe and I finally made it home. Life went on. But we still did not find Keith’s body. It wasn’t until January 2002 that they found him. They said he was found under tower 2 with his arms around a female police officer. That’s my Keith. And that is how I will always remember him. He was a caring, sensitive, thoughtful, wonderful friend and I will always miss him. But, I will always be thankful for his sacrifice, every time I look at my children because, I could have been there too. He was the one who convinced me to call in sick that day. Thank you Keith. I love ya kid.
Thank you for looking and never forget... |
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Date: Saturday, February 23, 2008 GMT
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Keywords: MAR08VSBNC
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Stamps: always
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Paper: DCWV
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Ink: craft white
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Accessories: white ep, circle punch
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Techniques: embossing
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