My name is Kathy, and on September 11, 2001, my 32 year-old son died at the Pentagon. He was a husband, father, son, brother, cousin, and treasured friend to many. In those first shocking, devastating, first hours and weeks and months after September 11, there was no relief, nowhere to run, nowhere to hide. I used to believe that terrible tragedies only happened to other families. I wanted to go to sleep and never wake up, my heart had been shattered, and I was absolutely certain that I could not possibly bear the pain and anguish.
How does a parent survive the worst that can happen?
About 2 years after the attack I started to write a book to try to help other parents who have lost adult children. It’s taken a long time to attempt to share what I wrote with other parents. I hope something that I write will help someone out there who is going through the worst that can happen to a parent. God bless you all.