My son's close friend lost his Dad on 9-11. The boys were 10 that year.
His pal has become a survivor in his own way, and some of the effects familar to us showed in this young man along the way.
But he's a strong man today doing well at a great university.
I've always been real proud of the way my son and his pals supported this guy from the moment 11 years ago today we got the call that his dad was missing @ WTC.
Behind my back this guy, my son, & crew call me the "back-up Dad", and I hate that because I hate the need for someone to step in for his Dad. I hate it a lot. But if being there for him at times helped, it's all good.
But I'm real proud of his pal and often I remind myself that if he can overcome his own terrible loss at the age of 10, so can I.
So even on 9-11 here in NYC I can say that it does get better.
"You can get far in life by pushing except through a door marked PULL...." Profile quote in my oldest son's senior year HS Yearbook.