Claire Sanderson
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(9/13/05 4:59 pm)
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Solemn Remembrance
Claire set her purse down on the coffee table in her living room, and took off her heavy glasses to rub the bridge of her nose. She wore thinner, less effective glasses during court, out of vanity. After all, most of her job was listening anyways, and at that she excelled.
It was that day of the year again, the day she lost her parents. It had been four years now since the September 11 catastrophe had killed her father and mother at the World Trade Center. Her father had risen from a simple airline pilot to CEO of Pegasus Airlines, a business that died with him at the World Trade.
Looking at an accent table, she saw her picture shrine she had made of her parents. Pictures of them through the years were framed. A black and white picture of an airline pilot and a blonde bimbo stewardess, her parents. An exhausted man in a cut up military uniform, next to a bullet riddled helicopter, her father, Major "Wild Bill" Sanderson, a decorated helicopter pilot. A picture of a woman in a beauty pageant, her mother, Miss Newark, NJ 1965. A picture of a set of parents and a dark haired little girl at Sears, Roebuck and Company. Her parents, and her.
She burst into tears, having repressed it all day, even after the jury in one of her courtrooms insisted that they sing God Bless America to honor those that died. They could not have known that a young judge in California had parents die on that September day.
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