Light of Liberty…

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Thank you Jan Wayne Fields for allowing us to use this picture for inspiration on the http://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/2013/09/11/13-september-2013/

Thank you Jan Wayne Fields for allowing us to use this picture for inspiration on the http://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/2013/09/11/13-september-2013/

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Light of Liberty

The ship rolled continually against the heavy wake in the harbor. She gritted her teeth, not wanting to add more pollution to the harbor. It wouldn’t be right. She clenched jaws, and clutched the small mason jar in her hand. That, too, wasn’t right. Still, it was all she had of him. She looked to the skyline, still looking vacant without the towers. With a shaky hand, she held the jar over the edge, and poured the ashes on the water below the light of liberty…

In Memory of my friends and family who died 9-11-01

I love you and miss you from the bottom of my soul.

I love you and miss you from the bottom of my soul.

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19 responses »

  1. A very poignant tribute.

    In this section, ” Still, it was all she had of him. She looked to the skyline, still looking vacant without the towers.”, you have “still” twice in rapid succession. It might read better with only one. “Yet it was all she had of him?” Just a suggestion.

    janet

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