Ten years ago today, most Americans watched their TV's in absolute shock while the World Trade Center attacks unfolded before our eyes.
I did not personally know Fox Camera Man Thomas Pecorelli, but I did work on the same FOX property at that time.
A short time later, I attended Tom's memorial service with a co-worker. I saw Tom's mother standing outside the reception, crying quietly by herself. I walked up and introduced myself, put my arm around her and asked her if she wanted a glass of water and to sit with me...she said, 'yes'. In the following minutes, she would only proclaim over and over, "I want my Tommy back!". It was completely gut- wrenching. I could only listen and pray silently to myself...for her...for her 'Tommy'.
In the past ten years I have thought many, many times about what happened on 9/11, and each time I can't help but to think of Tom's mother. I've often wondered how she was faring and after many unsuccessful Internet Searches, it appears that today the tide has changed. I've finally found Mrs. Elaine Pecorelli-Dyer on the Internet. I long to tell Elaine personally that I'm so sorry she has endured ten years of such deep unrelenting grief. I am very happy however, to read that she is very involved in the life of her 'Tommy's' son, Nicholas.
Elaine,
My darling Mother (Hilda Valle) recently passed away...very quickly. She asked that the following poem be read at her Memorial Service and I want to share that with you...
Miss Me But Let Me Go
Author: Anonymous
When I come to the end of the road
And the sun has set for me
I want no rites in a gloom-filled room
Why cry for a soul set free?
Miss me a little-but not too long
And not with your head bowed low
Remember the love that we once shared
Miss me-but let me go
For this is a journey that we all must take
And each must go alone.
It's all part of the Master's plan
A step on the road to home
When you are lonely and sick of heart
Go to the friends we know
And bury your sorrows in doing good deeds
Miss me but let me go.
And the sun has set for me
I want no rites in a gloom-filled room
Why cry for a soul set free?
Miss me a little-but not too long
And not with your head bowed low
Remember the love that we once shared
Miss me-but let me go
For this is a journey that we all must take
And each must go alone.
It's all part of the Master's plan
A step on the road to home
When you are lonely and sick of heart
Go to the friends we know
And bury your sorrows in doing good deeds
Miss me but let me go.
Photo by DAVID ALBERS for NaplesNews.com
