A Tragedy by Erica M. (books to read for self improvement TXT) 📖

doomed. I start to think of things I could do. But, none of them worked. I was growing weaker and weaker. I'm just hoping they look good enough to find me. I wonder if Jen or Leah have listened to my messages yet. I think about 45 minutes have past. I feel like I am falling asleep, but it's a different feeling. Like....almost like...I am fading. More and more I grow weaker and sleepier. I close my eyes just resting them. But, I guess I fell under something more than just sleep. I think I'm gone. For good. I feel like I'm leaving my body. My soul is escaping from my hold. I can't get it back. I'm done. I'm scared. I see myself on the ground. Lying there. Helpless. I look around me and see nothing in the place of the World Trade Center except for a pile of mess. What a tragedy.
3 Days, 72 Hours, 4,320 minutes, 259,200 Seconds.

It's been 3 days since I died. Died in 9/11. I sit at home watching my poor Leah mourn over my picture with her. Jen is heart broken. I wish I would pick up Leah once more and give her a big squeeze. I sleep right by her side every night. Hoping one day I will awake alive. She is so sad.

I hate seeing them like this. Jen just keeps replaying the "I love you more than anything" part of my message I had left for them. I don't know what to do. My funeral was yesterday. People brought many things about 9/11 for Jen to put around the house. I never thought I would die at work. But, it's possible.

Moving On

It's been atleast 5 months now. Leah has moved on from being sad. She is like normal again. Jen is still dreary, but strong for our girl. I am in a better place now. I have moved on also. Leah still prays for me every night though. Last nights prayer went like this..
"Hi daddy. I won my soccer game for you today. I played my hardest. I put your picture by my bed. So I can see when I go to sleep and wake up. I kiss your cheek everynight, I really miss you. Mom says that I am a strong girl. She also said I will see again sometime. I hope soon. I want to give you a big hug again. Play tickle monster with me. I ate all of my carrots today at dinner. I am starting to like them. I made you a cake today too. It was your favorite, Red Velvet with Chocolate frosting. I put numbers on it. 9.11. I cried when I took my bath too. I wish you were still here to play the duck races when I take one. Quackster won today. With Pinky in second and Mr. Yellow in third. Poor Cracker lost again. He needs more praactice. I love you this much daddy. Mom is staying very strong. She doesn't cry much anymore. I don't know why though. I will see you soon I promise, ok? Don't worry dad, I will be fine. I love you. Goodnight"
It brought tears to my eyes to see her like that. She cried during it. I love it when she talks to me, I just wish I could talk back.

The End

Everyday is the same as any other. I watch my little girl in school, sit with her at the dinner table. In her presence at bath time. Rigth by her side when she prays. Jen, I watch over her too. She prays sometimes as well. But, not as long as Leah. I am ok with what happened to me, but I wish it didn't. It was just meant to be I guess. I just have to remember to hold my head high and watch my family live every day like there last. I will there with them every step of the way.

Special Thanks.

I hope you all enjoyed this sad story. I will be making a sequel to it, his daughter's diary. She will have prayers written in it, and how her day went. Most importantly the sad day of 9/11. I don't know yet when it will be release or when I will start on it. But, hopefully soon. I would like to thank all of the firefighters who helped out on that terrible day. For the ones who lost there lives, I thank you dearly. I am sorry to the families you lost loved ones that day, but stay strong. Just remember, they are there with you every step of the way. Whether you can tell or not, they are. They love you very much. Thank you to everyone who helped out that day. Sorry for the ones who lost their lives. You are thought of and tears were shed.

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Publication Date: 09-21-2012

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