The worst for me was carrying the casket of my best friend, John David Trotta. The day of the fire shut off my emotions until this day. When I learned of the courage of the men and women who went to the windows to get my friends out, my mind was fixed on one thing: If I ever had a family, there would be no locks on the doors, no doors that I could not overcome and nothing on earth that would keep me from my children.
We have five children and 6 grandchilren and there are no inside locks on our doors, no doors that I cannot get through and nothing on this earth that prevents me from getting to my children if I need to.
The fact that I could not get to my friends and help them has made my life one of helping and sharing whatever I can with my family and friends because you never know when they will not be ...... there.
When John David's casket was lowered into the ground, a very special part of my life ended and the nightmares began ... and still come back.
I wish I had not learned of this site .....
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