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9/11

This is a date the world will never forget. A remembrance that started on 11 September 2001.

I, however, started remembering 9/11 in 1975. The day my mother died. She looked so frail, yet strong in that hospital bed. 
I was 12 at the time, and I was crying when I came into the room. She looked at me and said "Don't cry, I am not dead yet". As I stood next to her bed, she comforted me as only a mother could. When it was time to go home, I greeted her and said I will see her the next day. It was the last time that I saw her, she passed away early the next morning.

My dad stayed with her, and just before she slipped away early in the morning, she quoted Psalm 23. And then she was gone.

 She had time to prepare, she knew she was sick for almost 7 months, and she went gracefully, as a mother should.


Most of the people in the World Trade Centre did not even have 7 minutes, and the world remembers this day. And I remember this day. 11 September 1975. The day that changed my life.
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