I hope noone minds me sharing this on the 9/11 thread. I have my own personal memory of what 9/11 means to me and my family that happened 2 years ago (this was written by my husband from his web page):
My personal 9-11 memorial took place the other day…surrounded by family and close loved ones. We met in the middle of a park, all bearing bright colored balloons. We met as a “family” to remember and grieve the loss of Brianna Grace Karczewski.
Two years ago, she was taken from this earth, by a tragic accident. She was almost 3 years old. She touched everyone that she met. She was an angel, sent to this world , only for a short time…to love and touch lives. On 9-11-05, , we lost one of the most special little girls one could ever meet. It was no terrorist act; but simply a unimaginable accident that occurred on a nice beach, on a normal day, to a wonderful little family.
This impacted every member of my family in a different way…. Please take a moment to try to understand the destruction death can bring and the painful memories that no time can “erase”.
My father, who had gone down to VA, to visit my Brother and his family for a week…stood on the shore, holding back Aaron, (Briannas Brother) from trying to run into the tide to help his sister. My Dad was helpless, simply watching in terror, as his oldest son, frantically fought the tide trying to rescue his only daughter. The only thoughts in my Fathers head, “I am going to lose them both…and there is absolutely nothing I can do). How helpless he must have felt, feeling his heart ripped out of his chest,
My brother, grasping for air, fighting the oceans undertow, trying to get a hold of Briannas arm. Just taking hold of her hand and then being ripped away again, and again. Trying to save his little girl; trying to save himself as well.
Brianna loved the water, she was a great swimmer, at a very young age. She loved the pool, she loved the beach. She adored the ocean. It was one of her favorite things. The horrific irony, that she lost her life, doing what she loved to do best (swim) in her favorite place, (the oceans shore).
No one could ever imagine this. A regular morning, a family day trip to the beach.
Years later, as we reflected on her beautiful smile, her awesome laugh, the way she lit up a room…, my Father, (hard as a rock at times and skin tough as nails) broke down remembering the helpless feeling that morning at the beach. He only repeated, there was nothing I could do but feel helpless and scarred, “I couldn’t do anything to save her!”
When you take time to pray, or remember people in your day to day …please spare a moment to remember Brianna. Even if you never knew her. Just take the most important person in your life, and imagine watching them struggle for their life, and you are helplessly watching the whole thing. Remember our family, my brother and his wife…
This past Tuesday the ballons we released in the air were for her and for everyone who went to heaven on 9-11. Her picture was attached to pink balloons, and mylar balloons with Dora and ones that looked liked the American Flag. Thanks for listening
Karen S.K. fellow scrapbooker and disney addict since September 12th, 1985
It all started with a mouse..... and noone in my family can stop it!!!:mickey: