Monday, September 11, 2006

9/11 A life Remembered Donna Wilson

Two thousand one, nine eleven
Three thousand plus arrive in heaven
As they pass through the gate,
Thousands more appear in wait A bearded man with stovepipe hat Steps forward saying, "Lets sit, lets chat"
They settle down in seats of clouds
A man named Martin shouts out proud
"I have a dream!" and once he did
The Newcomer said, "Your dream still lives."
Groups of soldiers in blue and gray
Others in khaki, and green then say
"We're from Bull Run, Yorktown, the Maine"
The Newcomer said,
"You died not in vain." From a man on sticks one could hear
"The only thing we have to fear.
The Newcomer said, "We know the rest,
Trust us sir, we've passed that test."
"Courage doesn't hide in caves You can't bury freedom, in a grave,"
The Newcomers had heard this voice before
A distinct Yankees twang from Hyannisport shores
A silence fell within the mist
Somehow the Newcomer knew that this Meant time had come for her to say
What was in the hearts of the five thousand plus that day"
Back on Earth, we wrote reports,Watched our children play in sports
Worked our gardens, sang our songs
Went to church and clipped coupons
We smiled, we laughed, we cried, we fought
Unlike you, great we're not"
The tall man in the stovepipe hat
Stood and said, "Don't talk like that!
Look at your country, look and see
You died for freedom, just like me"
Then, before them all appeared a scene
Of rubbled streets and twisted beams
Death, destruction, smoke and dust
And people working just 'cause they must
Hauling ash, lifting stones,
Knee deep in hell, but not alone"Look! Blackman, Whiteman, Brownman, Yellowman
Side by side helping their fellow man!"So said Martin, as he watched the scene "Even from nightmares, can be born a dream."Down below three firemen raised
The colors high into ashen haze
The soldiers above had seen it before
On Iwo Jima back in '45
The man on sticks studied everything closely
Then shared his perceptions on what he saw mostly
"I see pain, I see tears,I see sorrow -- but I don't see fear."
"You left behind husbands and wives
Daughters and sons and so many lives Are suffering now because of this wrong
But look very closely. You're not really gone.
All of those people, even those who've never met you
All of their lives, they'll never forget you
Don't you see what has happened? Don't you see what you've done?You've brought them together, together as one.
With that the man in the stovepipe hat said
"Take my hand," and from there he led
Three thousand plus heroes, Newcomers to heaven On this day, two thousand one, nine eleven.
Author unknown
One of those led to heaven was

A Life remembered
As millions of tears still come from our souls from that day. I want to take a moment to remember Donna Wilson of Williston Park, LI, missing in the attack on the World Trade Center on September 11, 2001. An employee of Aon Risk Services on the 102nd floor of tower two. She was a daugter, she was a sister, she was an aunt, and cousin. She had many dear friends, godchildren, and coworkers who loved her and I know miss her. I found this poem on posted by one of her friends. You are remembered, and always will be a hero.
This was written about her in remembrance on
Staying in TouchIn almost every circle of friends there is someone like Donna Wilson. Ms. Wilson was the person who kept track of co- workers and classmates, passing bits of news and gossip between them. "She was the one who kept us all in touch with each other," said Francine Awad, Ms. Wilson's friend since the two women were freshmen at St. Vincent Ferrer High School in Manhattan. "She was the focal point between people."Co-workers said Ms. Wilson, 48, an assistant vice president at Aon, always tried to make people feel valued and was very diligent. When she fretted over a small discrepancy on a balance sheet, a colleague mailed her a five-dollar bill to make up the difference.Ms. Wilson rose early to get to work, then sped home to Williston Park, in Nassau County, to take care of her 75-year-old mother, Patricia. "Donna was a good worker, she did her job and took care of our mother," said Linda Wilson, her sister. "She made a living, took care of her family and tried to lead a good life."

Do you know?
Oh, I hope you do.
Now in eternal life
Nothing can harm you.
All is well in God’s loving gaze.
All fears fade away.
Now love is all you know
Near souls who came with you not so long ago.
Wish I knew all that you do now
Insights denied to me until I climb
to the heavens somehow.
Let me know in some small way how
Silently, softly I can find peace as I pray.
Oh, my dear little sister, how do I go on
Now that your voice and touch took flight as the towers fell down!
This was a poem put on by a friend. Please go here to read the tributes. 2996
posted by DEREK @ 12:34 PM |

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