FireboatWe gave away a copy of Fireboat in 2008. As yesterday was September 1st, we broke out our copy off the paperback shelf and read it. BigBrother asks for it at random times during the year, but I make certain to pull it out during the first eleven days of the month of September. I always forget how the book makes me feel, and I got choked up near the end of our read through last night.

Our copy is kind of well-loved now. I just had to tape up one page with some packing tape due to a 3/4 page rip. The tips of the cover are curled. I don’t know if this book will last forever, but we’ll keep up with tape and general maintenance in hopes that it can be passed on to the next generation.

Inner PageFireDad said to me last night, “Why didn’t you go and find the fireboats when you were in New York City?” I kind of blinked at him, tried to think of something witty to say and came up empty handed. “I don’t know. Good question. It would have been fun.” He has now decided that we need to make a trip specifically for fire boat spotting. I’m down with that idea.

I bought a new book to read with the boys this year, September Roses. I hope it’s as good as On That Day: A Book of Hope for Children which I’ve blogged about before. Add that to Fireboat and we have three age-appropriate books to keep the discussion going in our family… even when I don’t quite feel like keeping the discussion going myself. That said, I just ordered myself a book which I plan to read before 9/11 as well. Last year I read Bikeman, an epic poem, on September 11th. Hard, worthwhile, gut-punching read.

We’re giving away another copy of Fireboat this year. Leave a comment on this post about how you discuss the events of 9/11 with your children for a chance to win. This giveaway will be live through September 8th at 12 noon. I will contact the winner via email for shipping information and place the order direct through Amazon with two-day shipping in hopes that it arrives on time. You may share this giveaway on twitter for an extra entry, just be sure to leave a separate comment with your tweet link.

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[Disclosure: I am paying out of pocket for this giveaway. However, links to books are through Amazon Associates.]

Today the FireFamily is remembering and honoring Stephen Gordon Ward as a part of Project 2996.

Stephen Gordon WardStephen Gordon Ward was 33 when he died on September 11, 2001. 33. That’s young. Four and a half years older than me (now), Ward woke and went to work at Cantor Fitzgerald on a clear September morning. An accountant. An uncle. A brother. A son. He had just moved to Manhattan. I’m sure he felt like he was on top of the world as he made his way to the top floors of 1 World Trade Center, the floors that Cantor Fitzgerald occupied. 657 of his fellow employees died that day.

When I joined Project 2996 and was assigned to remember and honor Ward, I started Googling. The things people have said about him in various forums all over the web have stuck with me. From what I understand, he must have been a character, the kind of guy that could make you smile. His sister’s quote in the New York Times profile from November 16, 2001, posted here on Legacy.com, made me tear up.

“But to my younger sister, she’s the youngest, he was her big brother, he was a god. It’s interesting for the two of us, we have the two perspectives. For me, he’s a little kid, how could he be gone? For her, he’s the great big strong big brother, how could he be gone?”

Eight years later, words like these are important to me. To remind us of the humanity lost. We may have removed ourselves from the immediacy of the terror and the fear. But to remember that men like Ward were brothers, that they left behind confused sisters, well, it brings back the point of remembering. We don’t remember out of fear. We remember because they lived, they touched lives and they continue to live on in the hearts of friends, of family.

I didn’t know Stephen Gordon Ward. I didn’t even know on September 11th, 2001 that I would one day marry a soldier, a firefighter. I didn’t know that while reading Fireboat to my inquisitive three-and-half-year old eight years later that I would choke up and sniffle back some sobs only to be asked, “Mommy, why are you sad? Fireboat helped those people!” Fireboat did help those people. He’s right. But I wonder when my boys will understand. I wonder how I’ll ever be able to explain it properly. I do know that we, as a family, will say a prayer for Ward’s family tonight. I do know that we, as a family, will continue to participate in things like Project 2996 each year, honoring and remembering and learning.

Yesterday afternoon, I set up the easel on a sheet on the deck. I drew the lines of the flag with intention of having them paint with brushes. Then I couldn’t find the right paint and we did some finger-painting instead. We didn’t end up with flags. We do, however, have finger-painted tributes. I didn’t make them wear their firefighter helmets. They’ve been on non-stop. We just recently got a new firefighter costume and they’ve been wearing their helmets everywhere. It adds a certain something to these pictures, this visual tribute. I struggled with whether to share pictures on this tribute post of the boys with smiles on their faces. I then realized that if someone was remembering my family and our loss in such a great tragedy, I’d want more smiles than tears. And so we did.

He Touched Paint, Y'all!

Playing with Paint

Serious Painting

Oh, Beauty

My Little Firefighter

So Proud

Their Works of Art

I don’t know much about Stephen Gordon Ward. But I know that these two boys will be raised to respect and honor his life and his death just like those of the 2995 others who lost their lives on September 11, 2001. I may shed another tear or two today but I hope to raise my boys with little projects like these each year. They give me a reason to smile. I pray I can teach them a healthy balance between remembrance and living life, between laughter and tears. This year we send our smiles and tears, our hopes and our prayers to Stephen Gordon Ward’s family. We honor their loss, their grief and the lives that they continue living.

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Please visit Project 2996 to read the tributes to the other lives lost on September 11, 2001. We, our family, will never forget.

343.

The number of firefighters that lost their lives seven years ago today. As I write this, at 8:08 am, they were just barely into their shift for the day. They had no idea. We had no idea. We were all so innocent. We were all so different.

343.

The number comes to me at times. I’ll see the numbers flash on my clock. And I’ll think of the names that I’ve happened to memorize or that have stuck with me over the years. Personal stories that I’ve heard. Images of a city that I once wanted nothing more than to live in, to be a part of; a city that changed forever.

343.

When I dwell on the huge loss the fire service felt that day, it gets under my skin and the worry starts to creep. I internalize it too much. I have to step back, recognize that my city is very different from New York and pray that my Husband is safe. I know that fire is fire is fire but I have to tell myself the differences or I won’t be able to keep my calm.

343.

To me, the number reminds me to love. Fiercely. And immediately. Nothing is guaranteed. The skyline above, taken on January 13, 2001, the last time I saw it in tact, was something I loved. I never expected it to change, to disappear. But it has. Lives are not guaranteed. We view firefighters as big and strong and constant. Nothing is guaranteed. Nothing.

343.

Tell someone today that you love them. Don’t put a qualifier on it. Don’t say I love when you x. I love your y. I love to z with you. Simply say, “I love you.” Mean it. Repeat it. And feel it to your core. 343 firefighters died seven years ago today. My guess is that they would have given anything to say “I Love You” one more time without a qualifier.

343.

Love. And never forget.

The Fire Family is sending love, in the most pure and simple manner, to those who lost loved ones on September 11, 2001. Not just the friends and families of the fallen 343 firefighters but to all those whose lives were changed, without warning, on a morning that started just like any other day. We stand in honor and respect. And we will never forget you.

I edited the previous post to alert late-comers that the Fireboat giveaway was over. Then I popped into the email account for the giveaway. Then I popped over to random.org, entered the information, hit the button, and got our winner. The number is:

The winner of a paperback copy of Fireboat is Heather from Production, Not Reproduction. I’ve just sent her the book with one day shipping via Amazon Prime. (Really! Only $3.99 for one day!) I’m sorry that I couldn’t send everyone who was interested in the book a copy but I really do encourage you to buy it.

And I need to tell you about two other great books about September 11th that were written for kids.

In fact, the first one was written by kids. September 12th: We Knew Everything Would Be All Right was written by first grade students. It focuses on the fact that while something bad happened, good things and normal everyday things happened the next day and will continue to happen. I read some negative reviews, focusing on the fact that the book “diminishes” the true horrors of 9/11. But remember that the audience is children and children need to be reassured that things are okay and things are going to be okay. We still love this book.

On That Day: A Book of Hope for Children by Andrea Patel is a book that also just joined our library. It is short. The sentences are brief and easy to understand. It talks about how bad things happen (tornadoes, as an example) and sometimes bad people do bad things on purpose (which even a three year old can understand). It then launches into the good things that we can do to help (sharing, caring). It ends with reassuring the child that they are a good thing in this world. This is another great book to add to your library. Once again, it is age appropriate in the fact that it doesn’t go into too much detail. It does use the word “died” but there are no graphic illustrations at all.

If you’re a book family like we are, you know the benefit of learning through books. These three books all together are a great way to introduce and spawn discussion on a very tough topic. If these books don’t appeal to you, keep looking. There are many options out there and I encourage you to do your research.

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