I was on the 110th floor in a smoke filled room with a man who called his wife to say, "Good-bye". I Held his fingers steady as he dialed. I gave him the peace to say, 'Honey, I am not going to make it, but it Is OK..I am ready to go.'
I was with his wife when he called as she fed breakfast to their children. I held her up as she tried to understand his words and as she realized he wasn 't coming home that night.
Note from Jo: A special thank you to my dear friend Nanna's sister-in-law Cathy for sending this to me to post. Wishing all a day full of blessings.