Today, I was offered power, love and self-discipline in exchange for all my fears...
2 Timothy 1:7
Thursday, September 29, 2011
Wednesday, September 28, 2011
Adam's Promise to Eve
You are bone of my bones, flesh of my flesh, and one flesh forever we will be.
Genesis 2:22
Genesis 2:22
Thursday, September 22, 2011
Wednesday, September 14, 2011
Judy and Emy...Best Friends Forever
Judy and Emy grew up together as best friends in Bayshore. They met in school and eventually became inseparable. When Emy got a job with Fiduciary Trust as an administrative assistant on the 90th floor of the World Trade Center, she recruited Judy to work next to her one row over. Best friends forever.
Emy had a fabulous smile. She exuded love and confidence. Judy was shy and reserved but felt and sensed everything through her bright brown eyes.
When Emy married Gabe, Judy was the maid of honor. When Judy married Ron, Emy was the maiden of honor. Best friends forever.
Gabe made the moves on Emy when he heard about the beautiful new girl and saw her smile for the first time. They had a little daughter Danielle. Emy, even after a long days work, would come home and cook rice and beans and steak for Gabe and read Danielle to sleep.
Ron and Judy fell in love at a chance meeting at a coin operated laundromat. They closed on their first home on the day of their wedding. Judy loved working out but more than anything Judy wanted to be a mom.
Like little girls, Judy and Emy shared long conversations deep into the night. They cried and laughed together about everything. Through Judy and Emy, Ron and Gabe became like brothers. They did everything together...Miami, Disney World, white water rafting, Broadway shows, countless barbecues.
When the first plane hit north tower, Emy happened to be on the phone with "Uncle" Ron talking about Danielle's birthday party. Ron overheard the chaotic background commotion of co-workers yelling about an explosion and the need to get out. Ron never called Judy because the priority wasn't for Judy to answer his call. He knew Emy would grab Judy and get out of there.
A co-worker who managed to get out said Judy and Emy were together during the last chaotic moments. He saw them clutching a door together. They were both thirty-two years old.
Best Friends Forever.
In memory of Judith Diaz-Sierra and Emerita "Emy" De La Pena.
Emy had a fabulous smile. She exuded love and confidence. Judy was shy and reserved but felt and sensed everything through her bright brown eyes.
When Emy married Gabe, Judy was the maid of honor. When Judy married Ron, Emy was the maiden of honor. Best friends forever.
Gabe made the moves on Emy when he heard about the beautiful new girl and saw her smile for the first time. They had a little daughter Danielle. Emy, even after a long days work, would come home and cook rice and beans and steak for Gabe and read Danielle to sleep.
Ron and Judy fell in love at a chance meeting at a coin operated laundromat. They closed on their first home on the day of their wedding. Judy loved working out but more than anything Judy wanted to be a mom.
Like little girls, Judy and Emy shared long conversations deep into the night. They cried and laughed together about everything. Through Judy and Emy, Ron and Gabe became like brothers. They did everything together...Miami, Disney World, white water rafting, Broadway shows, countless barbecues.
When the first plane hit north tower, Emy happened to be on the phone with "Uncle" Ron talking about Danielle's birthday party. Ron overheard the chaotic background commotion of co-workers yelling about an explosion and the need to get out. Ron never called Judy because the priority wasn't for Judy to answer his call. He knew Emy would grab Judy and get out of there.
A co-worker who managed to get out said Judy and Emy were together during the last chaotic moments. He saw them clutching a door together. They were both thirty-two years old.
Best Friends Forever.
In memory of Judith Diaz-Sierra and Emerita "Emy" De La Pena.
Monday, September 12, 2011
Tribute to Harry Ramos...
Yo Harry, you were the man.
Random name from a 9/11 Memorial Jar.
A photo of you on your memorial page.
You were a stud bro.
We both grew up in the hood and
had a thing for beautiful Latinas with green eyes.
I know your song was "Heaven must be missing an Angel".
You lived Saturday Night Fever every night
and Tony Manero was your hero.
But you may have been a better dancer.
I was right there with you bro.
I in the Bronx and you in Brooklyn,
hanging out on the stoops on sizzling summer nights
grooving to Tito Fuente's salsa magic.
You saved a fella name Victor.
A total stranger, and you sacrificed.
You were a carpenter by trade.
Really bro?
We both know another brother from the hood.
He too was a carpenter by trade
who knew a thing or two about sacrifice.
I know you must be dancing with the angels now.
Just another name from a jar.
-Respect from the Bronx
Random name from a 9/11 Memorial Jar.
A photo of you on your memorial page.
You were a stud bro.
We both grew up in the hood and
had a thing for beautiful Latinas with green eyes.
I know your song was "Heaven must be missing an Angel".
You lived Saturday Night Fever every night
and Tony Manero was your hero.
But you may have been a better dancer.
I was right there with you bro.
I in the Bronx and you in Brooklyn,
hanging out on the stoops on sizzling summer nights
grooving to Tito Fuente's salsa magic.
You saved a fella name Victor.
A total stranger, and you sacrificed.
You were a carpenter by trade.
Really bro?
We both know another brother from the hood.
He too was a carpenter by trade
who knew a thing or two about sacrifice.
I know you must be dancing with the angels now.
Just another name from a jar.
-Respect from the Bronx
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