Brian Sweeney, in a voicemail for his wife from United Flight 175, which crashed into the World Trade Center said, “Jules, this is Brian. Listen, I’m on an airplane that’s been hijacked. If things don’t go well, and it’s not looking good, I just want you to know I absolutely love you. I want you to do good, go have good times. Same to my parents and everybody, and I just totally love you, and I’ll see you when you get there,” We remember you. Thank you for being all of us on that day. To you, . . .
Heartbreaking to be perfectly healthy and know that your time has come, . . .
the regrets, . . .
unsaid words, . . .
unhugged family, . . .
unmended fences, then, . . .
Will it hurt? Will my kids be ok? Did my life matter at all?
Your bravery, your essentially American way of unifying with your fellows to do the things that must be done, regardless of the cost, . . . we will remember you, always. “We’ll see you when we get there.”