Wednesday, March 27, 2013

Inside the Life Of Patricia Massari: A 9-11 Tribute


I’m walking on air, my seam is busting with excitement. I can’t even wrap my head around the thought that life is growing inside of me. A life that my husband and I have created together and a life that we will get to see grow. Whoever thought that peeing on a stick could make such feelings run right through my bones. Neither my love nor I ever acquired the taste for math but seeing that plus sign and knowing what it means is just simply amazing.
           
Riding on the elevator I couldn't help but about think how blessed that I truly am. My husband Louis and I both work at one of the most popular buildings in New York City. Looking out of my office window at the beautiful bustling city below is a site not many get the opportunity to see. With my mind in its giddy state about the baby I don’t think I have one negative comment to say about anything. Growing up, even at a young age I always knew I wanted to be a mother. HECK! Even the fact that I might have failed one of my exams from one of my night classes at Berkeley College won’t even bring me down. Oh wait! Now that I think about it maybe I should be worried. NO! I won’t let anything ruin this moment.

            Sitting at my desk filling out the last of my paperwork I spared a glance at my clock. Seven fifty seven in big red numbers flashed on the black background.  My mind flashed toward the moments with my husband and me. The church picnic we had a couple of days ago made me realize just how blessed I really am. Who would have thought the spouses could rekindle all that emotion and love in one day, at one picnic. Playing basketball, associating with the church members, stuffing ourselves full of hot dogs and hamburgers are memories that will never leave me. Let’s not forget the cuddling on the blanket and watching the firework display.  WOW! What will it be like when we have children? We could watch them play and laugh with their closets friends and family members. “OH! Listen to me” I chuckled silently. Here I am talking about children and I just found out I was pregnant with my first. I mean I know once I have this baby there will be more, just going to state the facts. “Come on, get it together Trisha work needs to be done, stop day dreaming,” I scolded myself knowing good and well that it wasn't going to work.  My mind has been swallowed up by my future dreams and I’m losing concentration


            With the past thoughts running through my mind I decided I needed to take the rest of the day off and spend it with my sick hubby. I imagine us curled up together on the sofa watching “Mash” reruns with a hand on my belly somewhat holding the precious baby inside of me. After checking out and heading to the elevator Mr. Michaels (the top dog around here) abruptly stopped me.

“Ah yes, Mrs. Massari could you run this stack of paperwork to Mrs. Hansen’s office. I would myself, but I’m a busy man and just simply don’t have the time for petty errands.” He smiled a smile that just dared you to go against his wishes.

“Why yes sir, I can take care of that right away.” I smiled politely, but for some reason felt the need to do one of those sarcastic maid curtsies thing. I inwardly giggled as I grabbed the stack of papers from his hand.

            “Mrs. Hansen, I’m sorry to interrupt but Mr. Michaels asked me to deliver these.” I smiled
“Of course child, hand them here” said the old woman with an outstretched arm. With one wave of her hand I was dismissed. Geesh these people around here are so polite I thought with a roll of my eyes.

Pulling out my cellular device and dialing home I thought it would be better of me to give my sickly husband a fair warning of my coming home early.

            “Hey Love,” he answered in a voice where you could just hear his stuffy nose. My poor hunny I thought.

            “Hey, how are you? Feeling any better? Did the medicine help?” I found myself shooting off the obvious questions. I walked over to the nearest window peering out
             
“Honestly, the medicine has barely helped” he continued but I wasn’t even aware of what he was actually saying for I was too focused on the plane that was flying awfully close.
“Baby, are you okay, do you have something on your mind?” He asked curiously as I directed my attention away from the window telling myself that the plane probably has a good enough reason.
“Yes, of course, why honey?.” I asked even though I know he was referring to me spacing out.
“You just seemed to be spaced out.” BINGO! Two point for the wifey.  I of course said I was perfectly fine and he continued to talk. As he did so I glanced back at the window and froze at what I saw. THE PLANE WAS COMING DIRECTLY AT ME!
“OH MY GOD!” I screamed before a twisting pain over took my body and disappeared just as quick as darkness over took me.










The wonderland-looking place was whiter than snow. The love of a mother and child could be seen in its midst.  A young beautiful mother was laughing and playing with her child with glee. This place held no hurt, no pain, nor sorrow. A billowy white place, a flowery swing, a place filled with love, and laughter that was a beautiful melody to your ears that flooded your body with warmth. The mother was gleefully chasing the child around, playfully catching, and falling to the ground with smile stretching ear to ear across their faces. Both the mother and child were unaware of all the heartache, suffering, and chaos flooding the world just down below. 


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