Life Is Precious

It seems that every time I go back to Los Angeles my mind goes back to how my life used to be. I pass a familiar street or store and memories come pouring out of my mind. I guess we can never fully forget the pain and heartache we go through or that rare bit of happiness we cherish. Life is very precious, I’ve learned that the hard way.

2 thoughts on “Life Is Precious

  1. It’s been 11 years since I escaped Ground Zero on Sept. 11, 2001. I have returned to that area only about 5 times. Why? For the very reasons Deanna Adler states in this post: every time you visit the “scene of a crime”, the trauma is re-lived. The wounds are, if not exactly reopened, then at least prodded to open. Perhaps we never forget because some experiences are too significant to be forgotten. Our suffering very often leads us to our greater purpose. Deanna’s trials led me to discover this blog only a few days ago! Already her words have been a source of solace to me and I’m so very glad she was brave enough to share them with others. This is the first blog I’ve ever commented upon in my whole life. I’ve read many, many others but for some reason, deep inside, I wanted to comment on a blog by a woman; a strong woman, a brave woman and most importantly, a loving and kind woman. Thank you so much for your wisdom and grace.
    -Sandy (Queens, New York City)

    • Dear Sandy, I am so humbled by your comment. To think you took the time to comment me means so much to. What I have gone through with my son is nothing compared to what you’ve been through. I wrote my book because I had no one to share my thoughts and feelings with and I wanted to let other mothers know that they are not alone. Your comment broke my heart. It’s hard to measure the pain a person goes through. For me it was the pain of seeing my son almost destroy himself. For you, it was the horror of 9/11. May God bless you and your family. Love, deanna

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