One of my life’s high mark moments: Sitting with my grandchild in the 9/11 memorial museum , holding her hand as we recited The Lords Prayer together . I was crying -she rubbed my hand between hers, then hugged me very hard.What a woman she’s becoming , I felt in my heart ❤️. How proud I am of her. And how I wish I could create a better world for her… my silent prayer was for god to hold her close, to help her seek and see joy , and to inspire her to be in this world , but not of it.
