“The man came over, introduced himself and told us he was a police officer. I was scared. My dad was old and I was his caregiver, so I didn’t want to press charges. I just needed to make things better. This man listened. I mean, really listened. I stayed out with him later than usual.”
“Three months prior to our wedding, my son went on vacation with his biological mother. Unbeknownst to us, her plan was to never return. We got the message that crushed us to the core. As I sat with my head buried in my hands, my wife gave me the strength I never knew I had.”
“Wearing a turban of sorts and slippers that passed for shoes (I told her), she thought people would stare. I answered if they did, they’d think she was some rich, eccentric old Hamptons lady – and, having aspired to be one, she was happy with that.”
This year, 17 years after the fatal attacks, the tradition continues. Never forget.
“When I woke up, I heard the shower going. Then I heard someone leave the apartment. I rushed to Mike and Elena’s bedroom and hollered for him. No response, so I kept hollering, ‘Mike, Mike are you in there?'”
“She had no memory of our wedding. We renewed our wedding vows surrounded by her amazing doctors. She is falling in love with me a second time.”