September 11th, we all know about that day in American history. We all experienced it in different ways. The story I have is a completely different one, it takes place a year before those events ever happened. 13 years ago my sister, Kim, had a beautiful baby boy. I’ve never seen him in person but I know that he was beautiful because my sister is a very beautiful woman. She was only 18 years old when gave birth to him. She named him Justin, a beautiful name for a beautiful baby boy. All didn’t go as planned though, the… delivery was… complicated. My nephew died two days later from the injuries he received.
When I found out I was in the middle of class. My teacher called me up to her desk and said,” Omar, i’m very sorry to be the one to give you this news but your nephew Justin died this morning. I’m very sorry for your lost.” My heart sank upon hearing that. I was looking forward to meeting the new addition to our family and just like that… he died at only two days old. I think about him from time to time, wondering what type of person he would’ve been. If he would have had a girlfriend by now, or if he was the type to study hard everyday and try his best to succeed. It’s been 13 years since he died and to this day it still affects me. I still miss him, the beautiful baby that I never had a chance to meet, the baby that i’ll never have a chance to know. Every year on his birthday I think of Kim. I can’t imagine how she feels. I’ve never lost a child, but I know how I feel. I can only multiply that for her.
Every single year on this day, September 11th, I think about you little man. Your uncle loves you, and misses you very much. Today, Kim has two beautiful boys. There names are Isaiah, and Xavier, they’ll never know their older brother but I think they know that their mother loved him very much. Justin, even though you died before I had a chance to meet you, I love you, and more importantly your mommy misses you very much. I’m not a religious person at all but I know she is and it’s that faith that she has that keeps her going with the hopes that she’ll see you again one day.
Happy Birthday little man I miss you.