Update on Connie
Tonight I have sat and cried, and realized that I am truly alone……..Why?
Today is the sixth anniversary of the terrible events of 9/11. I know where we were when we heard the news. Montipuliciano, Italy and for the next 24 hours we were glued to the TV screen. Lionel would hold my hand as I wept tears, yes, for the thousands killed, but also for the scene that is ever imprinted on my mind.
Lionel always tried to shield me from those images……..
As hundreds fled the twin towers, the column of Firefighter went in. Walking into the danger and inferno that was left. Why was I so upset? My late husband was a London firefighter for 30 years, and my eldest son is a serving fire officer today.
The fire fighters of this world are a family, just as we are here on TP. Every piece of footage I saw, every documentary concerning 9/11 my Lionel was there for me. His clean white handkerchief at the ready, even in the later years when his compassion towards me was waning.
So tonight, as I watch previously unshown footage of Ground Zero Underworld, I have sat and wept………………no hankie proffered……………no Lionel.
God how I miss him being by my side. Tomorrow I shall put my bright face on,smile when I see him
Incidently 3 days later I had the Italian police out looking for Lionel, as he had gone missing. This was six months before his diagnosis.