Today I sat and watched a TV programme which was the Maury show from America. The show was talking about 9/11 and in particular a pair of brothers called Joseph and John Vigiano. These two men were serving officers in the fire brigade and the police force. These two brothers had gone to work a normal day in their lives they had said their goodbyes to their wives and children and even spoke to their father that day and told him they loved him. They have actually made a film relating to their stories which won an Oscar. It really hit home today after watching this programme seeing a couple of faces and their stories behind the numbers of the dead. I sat and cried and I am not ashamed to admit I felt the pain for their families and friends. The show was really good and at the end they brought one of the men’s children on and gave them loads of toys. Which I thought was really nice but I couldn’t help thinking although it was a nice gesture it did not bring their father back. The two men’s father was there telling his story about his brave children and I just thought this is so wrong for this man to know he as out lived his children how on the scale of life this is not meant to happen. I know we all experience loss of a loved one at some point in our life whether it is expected or not but what a tragic loss to have lost all his children in one go. I know that they live on in their children but they will not see them grow and experience life. I know that I am very lucky that I did not have a loved one or anyone truthfully that I knew die on that awful day. All I can say is my thoughts really do go out to anyone who was affected on that day and as we are approaching another anniversary of that day. I sit down and honestly think we have suppose to have moved on from the days when we settled our disagreements with fists, we honestly haven’t we are still such a barbaric race at times. When will we ever be able to stop all senseless killings. Never in my life time I am sure.
