For Shannon, always. And for his parents whose loss I grieve.
I never met Shannon Lewis Adams, but I woke up this morning thinking about him. I said his name out loud.
On September 11, 2001, he was twenty-five, about the age that my son is now. A baby, still, his real life just beginning — the one his parents had spent years preparing him for. Nurturing him; encouraging him. Loving him.
Fly, little bird, they may have thought then. Go out into the world and see what there is to see.
And Shannon flew. To a lofty building far from home.
I knew his father. We grew up in the same small area in the Adirondack mountains of northern New York. A place where most people are content to spend the whole of their lives. Lewis Adams had a shy sweet smile that traveled his face and was reflected in his eyes. I’ll bet his son Shannon did, too.
I picture a space in the universe where all…
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Beautiful beautiful beautiful beautiful. Thank you, Mary.
On Sun, Sep 11, 2016 at 11:01 AM, A Wilderness of Words wrote:
> marydpierce posted: “For Shannon, always. And for his parents whose loss I > grieve.” >