Prayers & Condolences For: William E. Caswell BY Anonymous on Feb 18, 2007
I used to think that planes were beautiful. It always seemed such anamazing thing to fly - to soar above the world, in a way, free from thereigns and problems of the earth. Now I can only see death when I lookat planes… I see pictures in my head of planes crashing throughbuildings…I see videotapes from the morning of September 11th, when itjust seemed like a horrible dream or a sick joke by some young moviedirector inspired by Orson Welles’ “War of the worlds”. Little did Iknow, when I first saw those images, that one of the planes had crashedinto my family as well; and we would never be the same again. It wasn’tuntil my father’s phone call when he simply and almost, calmly said “Ithink we’ve lost him” that I immediately let out a strange cry, but itwas unlike any cry I’d ever experienced. It was almost a gasp or ascream, more intense than any cry before or since. It was obvious to methen that a violence had been done… .to me. I wasn’t scraped orbruised….no broken bones, in fact, to look at me I looked normal….exceptfor the puffy eyes and the sullen expression. But I was no longer normal,I had some invisible appendage that I had lost and could no longerfunction as before. I would see the media coverage of the rubble,twisted steel and concrete which were once the twin towers, the pentagonor the planes. What people can’t see are all the families of the victimstrying to put the broken and twisted pieces of their family backtogether…but because they are so damaged and not all the pieces arethere…they just don’t fit together anymore. The families are splayed outand crumpled just like the wreckage of the buildings and planes. Andthat wreckage will take a lot longer to clean up. Julia Caswell Daitch, sister
Prayers & Condolences For: William E. Caswell BY Anonymous on Feb 18, 2007
Our lives barely touched; I know your sister, your mother taught me art. Yourfamily is in my prayers. Sharon, friend of family