~Translated from the Spanish~
September 11, 2001.
That day will live in the minds of many, not only Americans, but in the minds of people from all over the world. It was a day that killed nearly 3,000 people and America was changed forever.
I was in Mexico. Amelia, mi esposa, had only two kids at that time (Manuelo y Martin), but we remember the day like it happened only yesterday.
Also found out later that mi primo, Luis, was killed. He was a cop. He moved to New York City in 2000 from Mexico; he wanted a better job/opportunity in America. He loved his work and did it well. He was killed when the tower fell on him as it collapsed. There was no chance for him to escape: it happened so fast.
He was only 30 years old. How I miss mi primo! He left behind his esposa, Angela, and their three ninos: Luis, Jr., Tomasina, y Juanita, who were only four, two, and one when they lost their daddy. Poor Tomasina really didn't know her daddy and baby Juanita doesn't even know him excepting in pictures or in videos.
Luis' death hit our familia really hard. We cried for a very long time; today we are again in tears as we are forced to remember, even though, at the time, I was living in Mexico, but America was near and dear to my heart because OF Luis. He may have been born in Mexico, but he chose to go to America, and he was just about to become an American citizen when he died so suddenly.
I can no longer watch the news. Or any videos. Saw a video on YouTube earlier today and it left me sobbing. It was very difficult to watch but the reality of what happened ten years ago today really hit home in a powerful way.
Well, I am in tears again. I am sorry, but I have to go. I can't hardly see. I will write in here another day. Until then, take care and may we never forget; may we never see another day like what pappened ten years ago ever again, especially here in America!
~Felipe' Martinez. :( +Tears!+