Child born 2 months later is named John

I certainly recall that day. It will never leave me. I was Christmas shopping in Oak Park on Lake Street I was seven months’ pregnant with my son John. I was in a jewelry store; there was a radio on and all in the store seemed frozen in time. I left the store and got in my car. The ride north on Harlem Avenue seemed in slow motion. Passengers in passing cars looked as if they were in shock, unless it was my own emotions. I arrived home to my baby sitter crying, “Did you hear? Did you hear”? My three other children were confused but unaware of the tragedy. My son was born on Jan. 21; of course he is named John.

Santa Brunner

Schaumburg