9-11: Remembering Sean Booker
Eight years ago, tragedy struck the United States, and two thousand, nine hundred ninety-six souls were lost. Two thousand, nine hundred ninety-six fathers and mothers, sons and daughters, brothers and sisters, husbands and wives, friends and neighbours.
Among those two thousand, nine hundred ninety-six was thirty-five-year-old Sean Booker. Sean worked on the 93rd floor of WTC tower one for Xerox, and was also an ordained minister with a congregation in Newark.
When Sean’s life was stolen, he left behind his wife, Sharon, then five-year-old Sean, Jr., and three-year-old twins Denzel and Danielle. His children, now twelve, ten, and ten, never had their daddy take them to their first day of school. He was not there for his son’s first game. He won’t be there to give Danielle’s first boyfriend a lecture on how special his daughter is, or years later to walk her down the aisle and give her away. He won’t be the one to teach his children how to drive. He won’t be there to watch his children graduate from high school or drop them off at their first college. He won’t be there to see his grandchildren born.
Sean is one among the two thousand, nine hundred ninety-six whose lives were cut so short by acts of hatred and terrorism. Because of the lives Sean and the other two thousand, nine hundred and ninety-five left behind, we must always remember and never forget.
May God Bless America
and the families of the victims of 9-11