3000+ children

Monday night I turned on the t.v. around 8:55pm...this is something so unusual for me since May I have not had a second to myself much less for the t.v....I wanted to catch the news about the Texas fires but saw something called Children of 9/11. I guess when you become a mother anything with children catches your attention like a freight train coming at you so of course I watched it.
Over 3000 children lost a parent or maybe even both; this is my worst fear ever for my boys. Watching this documentary with the 9/11 kids only having video or pictures to see and hear their dad/mom really hit me hard. I know I take it for granted that I get to wake up each morning with my boys smiling at me and saying good morning. To think their parents got up on 9/11 to go to work just as I did this morning, never to return again but in memories. You know, I must admit I do not think I ever really considered the children of the many lives taken that day. I am sure I thought those lives taken were mothers, fathers, sisters, brothers, aunts, uncles etc. but I know I never really reflected on their lives or their tragic end to what could have been. These children were on a path of love and devotion from their parents. Who knows what could have been for these children if 9/11 never happened.
It is so heartbreaking to think for the past 10 years as one victim put it, “I know all Muslims are not bad but they killed my father.” Can you even imagine living like this for the rest of your life? Keeping the hate in you for a whole religion because a few bad seeds? Holding on to the hate I think is the most tragic because no matter what the hurt and pain can never go away holding on to the hate.
During the show and even now I pray for those 3000+ children to find peace in their hearts and hold on to the love they were given in the short time they had their parents that were taken too soon. And keep the faith near that soon they will be with their mom or dad again.