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Sandy,

I saw this today and it reminded me that I need to inform you of my new home

address.

It is:

11222 Jadestone Blvd

San Antonio, TX 78249

Rodrigo D Cantu

On Sunday, September 11, 2011, 9:56 PM, Sandra Guerra

<drsandraguerra@yahoo.com> wrote:

Today is the 10th anniversary of the day I figured out

what "home" meant. Before that date, I recall home was

where I grew up or where my parents lived. A house

was the place we purchased and stressed over the

mortgage, repairs and furnishings.

But on that morning 10 years, I woke up with Sofia in

my arms...breast feeding to be exact...in a hotel in

California and found our country was under attack. We

didn't know what would happen next or how life would

change. And though many persons sat in front of a TV

waiting to be told what to do ( I remember passing them

in the hotel lobby), all I knew to do was act on this deep

feeling in my soul...I must get us home.

The desire to get home had nothing to do with where my

house was. It had nothing to do with possessions or

familiarity with the roads. It had nothing to do with my

parents or friends. It had everything to do with getting to

you. I knew where ever you were, THAT was home.

And so with a baby and several other people that I

somehow became responsible for that day, I set out into

a world full of fear and terror to get home. I drove

without a map and almost more on instinct. I barely

looked around me or have any recollection of my

surroundings or time line. I just had to get us home.

Sofia cried and was overall a mess with car sickness and

frustration. She knew in her little body that we were on a

journey we didn't choose. She still senses stress in me

better than anyone else...and she knew I was stressed.

She is an old soul who needed a chance to live a great

life again.

In that drive, I tried to think of what the future would be

like after the attacks, but I couldn't see beyond the

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moment I would get us home. That was all that

mattered. I had tunnel vision. I knew you were waiting.

And as I drove down our street that afternoon, I saw the

American flags and suddenly, all the tears I bottled up

for days came rushing out. There had been flags before

that road I am sure, but I hadn't noticed them. I hardly

could drive the last block. But I knew you were there. I

knew it in my heart.

Pictures of home came flooding back to my mind....the

time I shocked myself (literally) while painting Sofia's

room....the way my mom looked walking the 2 dogs with

Sofia in the baby carrier...the laugh your mom and I had

when the back porch covering was a bit, um, "slanted" as

you and your dad built it....your rash on the new

couch....the way I told you I was pregnant....the worry of

the abnormal triple screen...

But somehow I drove to our driveway. And there you

were. Standing there smiling like you always do.

Standing there ready to hug us. I didn't have to go

looking for you. The look you had was of relief and I

knew you had worried. It is a feeling I will never forget

and no one else can every understand.

I don't recall walking in the door or even what happened

that night. I just knew we were back together as a family

and I have always known what home really means.

Though our lives have changed so much since then, my

heart still sees you that way. I don't know where we lost

our compass as a family...the compass that drove me

across the country to you and into your arms. Please

forgive my emotional note, but my heart needed to share

this with you today. Life is too short to keep it all inside.

Thank you for being my home 10 years ago. It was

worth the beautiful and historic drive of my life.

Sandy

GUERRA 000321

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