Nineteen years ago July 16, 1996 – a Wednesday – I recall taking a dip in the pool at work. It was late afternoon but the cool waters felt great. My job as a caregiver very stressful at times. The sun was setting as I toweled off and headed home.
While dining from the comfort of my apartment I watched the news. It was then I learned of the horrible explosion of TWA 800. I watched with horror as the live shots from NY waters filled my tv screen. The next day the catastrophe became very personal as I learned I knew three of the victims, Pam Lychner, her young daughters Shannon and Katie.
My mind was filled with grief as I remembered the young family – whose lives were privileged, private schools, nice two story home with a generous pool in the back yard. I had known Pam and…
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