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She pushed back her soft dark hair,
and removed an earring from her ear.
She answered, “How may I help you?”
In a voice always pleasant and clear.
Her husband said, “Hi Honey,
I am sorry to bother you at work;
but something told me to call you
and tell you I wish that you were here.”
She smiled and said, “Why thank you,
but I have a pile on my desk
and if I don’t get it done today,
I won’t have time for you and Tess.”
He said, “I am sure you do
but I just had to say,
that Tessie and I miss you
and I need you and love you Beth.”
“I love you too and I’ll be home around”
and then the phone went dead.
“Beth... Beth are you there Honey?
That’s strange,” he said.
He shrugged then sat down to relax
then he turned the TV on.
In stark horror he watched the plane,
as it hit high on Tower One.
Beth would say to her husband,
“My death, my Love is a lesson,
that apathy, hate and complacence;
allows evil to spawn its deadly poison.
We cannot forget that September day
so that it will never happen again.
We must fight and pray for our Nation,
And a just means to an end.
So without knowing I would,
I said goodbye to you and our baby girl,
Leaving you in grief and shock
at the change in our comfortable world.
And Honey I pray that someday,
you’ll be freed from your lonely pain.
With knowledge that my faith was strong
and I plead, allow yours to remain."
"If you have the chance to sit it out or dance, I just say Dance." writen by Mark Sanders recorded by LeeAnn Womack