The phone rang at 6:45 a.m. Ira picked up the phone "Chris, what's wrong?" "Turn on your TV!" Ira grabbed the remote and could not believe his eyes. Was this a movie, or...? The World Trade Center towers were burning and the voiceover announced the attack.
Many of Ira's and Michael's friends and family that lived in New York were suffering from Post Dramatic Stress Syndrome for more than 2,800 people died including nearly company staff. firefighters, paramedics, NYPD officers, Port Authority police officers, and others.
Ira and Michael flew in to NYC in November and stayed with friends Chris and Tim. From their living room window, he rubble where the WTC once stood, predominated the view. How could they not be depressed with the constant reminder of friends and family lost memorialized in their window pane.
There was a totally different energy walking on the streets than six months prior during their last visit. "I don't know what I was expecting..." Ira said softly to Michael. "... I can't even imagine how it would feel to wake up to this every morning and be the last thing you see every night. I am so overwhelmed." "Me too."
Chris and Tim were invited to LA to get a break from all of the sorrow, but they declined, "Our family and friends need us right now, maybe in a few months.
Once home, Ira and Michael were greeted with their own sorrow. Rebecca had developed several infections at the home and Hospice was fighting with all kinds of medicine and salves. On a visit or two, they arrived at the same time as Jacob, and although there was tension in the air, everyone was on their best behavior in order to avoid confrontation.
After a couple of Months, she was much better and able to get out of bed to go to the dinning room. Anything that would add some quality of life was a good thing, Ira thought.
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