Courtsey of the Red, White and Blue

Back when I was 12 or 13, I was finally able to go to the night portion of Woodmont Day.  This statement may be an oxymoron, or not mean anything to anyone who has never attended Woodmont Day, but for me, being able to go to the night part made me feel grown up.  I was able to hang out with my friends from Woodmont and we thought we were so cool because all of the teenagers and adults hung out on the field while listening to the live music.

In the crowd, there was this guy who knew Emily, and I knew right away that this man was part of Emily's family just like I was.  Maybe they were not blood related, but they were important to each other, and he took us under his wing.  At that point in time, he wanted to find us glow sticks.  Now the person next to us was out of the glow necklaces so we raced to the bottom of the field to go to another person selling these special glow necklaces.  


This man who bought us glow necklaces was named Michael, and my "family" lost him on September 11th in the towers.  I am not saying I was close to him at all but I do have this amazing summer glow necklace story to remind me what a special and generous man this was.  Since the tragedy of September 11th, I have heard countless stories about Michael from the people who love him the most, Emily, Kate and the girls.


With this in mind, I can not be happier that those people dear to me have some sort of closure to this horrible loss in their life.  I know the capture of Osama will never bring back Michael, but I got to figure this "victory" will be able to bring some sort of justice for the loss of their friend.  I'm happy that this evil man who has brought so many tears to our country has finally been found.  His mission in his life was to destroy America and bring misery to millions of people.

I read on facebook somewhere that this past weekend showed us fairy tales come true in real life.  The common girl got to marry her Prince and become a Princess in a beautiful wedding.  And the bad guy who caused so much pain finally was captured.  Looks like fairy tales really do come true in real life.  


And to know that Michael can now look down on his loved ones with a huge smile on his face makes me smile.  


While this whole post may seem to be a jumble mess, I'm just happy my loved ones were able to let out a small sigh when the news broke that Osama is no longer with us.