Jonathan, as the 10th anniversary of 9/11 approaches, I miss you as much as I did that day. The fear, the shock, the anger, the grief. All delayed as I lived on with Matthew and awaited the birth of Hannah.
They can rebuild the Tower, but not our lives. That was taken away from us forever when the tower fell. No one imagined it would. All I could do was watch helplessly. Now, I am not helpless. I offer you back to the God who gave you to me for a time. This week, through my post to Gordon's blog and the memorial service I will let go of your hand. But, in doing so, I give it over to that of my heavenly Father. I cannot hang on. I must let go. But, God will hold your hand. And He will never let go.