My dear Tom,
not every day is made for writing;although, my heart is always yearning for you and my thoughts never stray too far from remembering you with love.
I still have such problems walking and need assistance, because my balance is off and I feel as if I would fall again, without a hand, a rail, a wall, a shopping cart.
I need an MRI and perhaps physical therapy.Otherwise life is going smoothly. Shool will start on the 8th of September and Shanksville is calling us.The Memorial building will be open by then and other facilities as well. They had a fire in one of the building down town, where all of our gifts,of LeRoy and the other victims we had given to the Memorial fond, were stored. All has been lost. I had given about 45 items,special things of LeRoy's youth and adulthood. I was heartbroken when I had been informed of the misfortune. I still mourn for every item, because I had given them with the greatest of sadness, not wanting let go of what I had left of my beloved child.They had asked for more afterwards, but I declined. Although, it was to remember LeRoy for the Publics sake in years to come, adding to History, I will not give more, because I had given to other institutions also, especially to the Memorial in Manhattan, who will share LeRoy's legacy with that of the many thousands lost on 9-11-2001.
I try to meditate when my heart is aching too much for the loss of you, LeRoy and Dad, and now Kristel. Such deep sadness has befallen our family and that of the McKenna's. I mourn for her children. They look so beautiful, so loving, and I know that they muss miss their Mom terribly. I am also so sad that the both of us did not know anything about Kristel and her little family.
History has left great gabs, and perhaps things that were said, were so unfair and unfavorable.
I wish that you had found God's forgiveness for taking your own life. He knew that your were troubled, He knew that you called out to Him, because you were such a good and giving perhaps, filled with faith and trust, and I also know that you were hurt, because He did not come to your rescue, or did He?Was the end His rescue?
I love and miss you so much,Tom, always hoping and wishing you were here, wishing that I did not be part of your pain, your hopelessness, your sorrow and your disillusions.
" Four years have past,
since you have gone,
fours years and yes,four summers.
Soft breezes often fill the house,
which needs repairs of plumbers.
You were the perfect handyman.
No job has been too large.
You even worked on Duplexes,on cars, boats and a barge.
I still can hear your laughter, son,
see smiles, and yes, go on,
to brag about your happiness
when helping, or have fun.
Have peace and know you are loved on earth,
find peace in your rebirth."
All my love,