This morning I was home
on vacation from work
and just happened to turn the TV on,
and there it was,
on most of the major channels...
the opening ceremony
for the long awaited 9/11 museum.
I sat there and cried my fucking eyes out!
I don't know why... but cry I did!
funny or even childish about this post
as most of my other entries have been.
I just wanted to remember the people who
we were connected to somehow in our circle
of old neighborhood friends, that were lost.
You will ALWAYS be inside each of us!
And also many of those tears I shed
were for those of you
who were there
but somehow were able to escape tragedy,
including my ex-wife Lynn,
and have that day embedded into your
daily emotional heartstrings.
This post is for everyone of you!
(FDNY Ladder 3)
And also I want to remember
the firefighters of the Rescue 5 squad
from Clove Road on Staten Island.
My dad... Joseph Mondello
worked on Engine 160 many years before
the Rescue squad moved into the building.
And also my cousin Kevin Reilly
worked on the Rescue 5 crew.
his shift was just relieved that morning!
These guys will ALWAYS
be in our hearts & minds