Tonight, my mom was going through her shoebox of music cassettes looking for old Christmas music when she found an envelope of photos from about 6 years ago. Those photos were of two events, my grandpa's surgery and recovery party and a family trip to New York. There were a few pictures of us in front of the World Trade Center. It was odd how my grandpa and WTC were connected. They both fell on the same day. Seeing those pictures made me feel a bit sad. My grandpa had surgery for his cancer, they said he only had another 6 months to live. Instead, he lived another five years, long enough to get his U.S. citizenship. And he would pass away on the same tragic day those towers went down. And now we found these pictures of them together... kinda eerie. 
