Day Is Done

It is raining here in Southern New England, windy, raw and dark and I love it. I am so content on days like this. The sky promises nothing and everything, the air turns upside down with flavors of cold rain and tossed leaves, the ground is soggy and the sounds, oh the glorious sounds - heaven made.

I recall this day, 8 years ago - everything changed that day. My son was just a mile from the Towers - his first year at NYU - he could not call me for days because the cellphone towers were down as were most all other phone lines. I watched and listened and prayed and cried in earnest. Now please don't throw tomatoes at me for this next secret told. I wrote to George Bush - I told him I thought that he was like a Father protecting all his children. I felt that for a time - I swear I did. My son finally called - his accounting of the "City" post 9-11 was haunting, raw, honest, loving, hopeful, - he expressed human kind in spectacular ways - and said the hardest part for him was the pictures people showed him of their loved ones they were searching for - He volunteered at Bellvue - no one came.

Take a moment or two to listen to the words to this song. Thanks my friends.




Love Gail
peace.....