9/11 will be as strong in my memory as where I was the day President Kennedy was shot.

On Sept 11, 2001, I was in my car driving on Waters Ave in Tampa, Florida when my cell phone rang. My new husband, Gerald Lechner told me one tower was hit and a plane was approaching the second. This information was delivered without any preamble or explanation. Total confusion set in as he spoke and then he hung up to watch the  events on a work TV. I turned back home as whatever I needed to do was no longer important.. 

Many questions were to be asked about the horrors of that day, but what was most important in my mind was mentally helping those as they began their journey to the afterlife. The unimaginable events and pain of that day, Sept. 11 would impact a world, our country and each person for the rest of their lives.

In 2003, I visited Ground Zero. For those of us who work with the afterlife, the sadness of those who crossed was unbearable as I walked around the area. As I toured the small chapel across the street you could feel the sadness of those whose lives ended so suddenly. I could feel their unrealized dreams and hopes. As I sat with friends on a bench near the front of the chapel - the tears came suddenly. I felt I was being used an outlet for those reaching out from the other side. 

In 2006, I visited Ground Zero once again to see the large impression in the ground.  There is a heavy metal chain link fence protecting the areas and now hangs large photos. Vendors were moving silently around selling cds of the disaster. 

The chapel also has a different feel. There are many people who do what is called  "retrieval work" which is assisting those you who have experienced a sudden death cross over to the light. I could feel that many had been helped since my last visit.

As disasters continue to be part of our daily lives try to remember to send a message of love to those who cross to the other side.