Since Tuesday night, Sept. 11, my children have been asking questions that are hard to answer. I have a 9-year-old and a 10-year-old who are afraid of sleeping in their beds and hop into my bed to sleep.
Every night since Tuesday, my kids say a prayer for those unknown friends who are gone forever. Every night, they ask me to sing a lullaby for those children whose mommy and/or daddy will not be able to sing or tuck them in their beds. Every night, I cry doing so.
My heart goes out to all those families that in one way or another are united in one with this horrible tragedy. May God have mercy on their souls.
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