A short story for this special day… I move to New York on March 31, 2006. My second day in New York, I went to Central Park and I was wondering around the Sheep
Meadow closed to W 66th street. Suddenly the most beautiful cherry blossom appeared before my eyes. I walked toward the willow cherry tree and found a bench in front of it. I sat on the bench for a while, and then I found a little silver plate on the bench.
In memory of Scott Mitchell Schertzer
December 17, 1972 – September 11, 2001
We love and miss you. Never will forget.
You will live in our hearts forever.
Scott has same name as my husband who died by cancer in 2005, and also they had same birthday. Mr. Schertzer passed away on 9.11 and he was only 29-years old. It was meant to be that I found this place, and this bench is a special place for me since that day. Life is so precious and has many stories to tell. We often make reasons to avoid doing things. I would rather find reasons to do these things…
9.11…. Never ever will happen again if each one of us makes reasons for preventing. And I believe that our wishes will bring love and peace to all.
God bless you and your family.
- to be continued…
from Ruri mumbling date on September 11, 2008