I Remember…

September 1st 2001
A horrible day.

I was taking my Father to Abbott Northwestern to find out what I knew.

He had given us a scare on a family vacation by Branerd when he became terribly short of breath and a dusky gray skin color, while my BiL, Nephew, Dad and myself were out fishing and had to scurry of the lake due to a sudden storm.
The Paramedic in me wanted to get him to the hospital. Another BiL, an RN was right there with me in wanting him to go to hospital. Dad being the stubborn, bullhead Bohunk/German he is, we are, refused and got angry at us.

His heart was bad, shot….He actually needed a new one.
But at his age that is not to be.
He is still with us.
But on that long day filled with bad news and horrible pictures and news, both personal and worldly.
On that fateful day that changed our world and all those that were lost, that sacrificed, that did their duty and lost.

We remember.


For God, who commanded the light to shine out of darkness, hath shined in our hearts, to [give] the light of the knowledge of the glory of God in the face of Jesus Christ. But we have this treasure in earthen vessels, that the excellency of the power may be of God, and not of us. [We are] troubled on every side, yet not distressed; [we are] perplexed, but not in despair; Persecuted, but not forsaken; cast down, but not destroyed; Always bearing about in the body the dying of the Lord Jesus, that the life also of Jesus might be made manifest in our body. For we which live are alway delivered unto death for Jesus’ sake, that the life also of Jesus might be made manifest in our mortal flesh.

2 Corinthians 4:6-11

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