Peter Jennings – Written 3 days after his death 10 years ago

Today is Wednesday, August 10, 2005.  I just finished eating dinner.  I’m a single mother and right now both of my children are not here.  One is working, the other with her boyfriend.  It’s 9:07 pm Central time.  I’m tired but I’m not hungry or thirsty and that is a good thing.  I have a home and I have 2 dogs and 3 cats that keep me company when my children are not here.  I’m exhausted though, because I work allot to keep my children and I here in this home.  But –tonight I don’t miss my children.  Tonight I miss the man that I invited personally into my home 5 nights a week.  I invited him into my home for many reasons, many of them I truly have to remember why I initially invited him here…because he’s been here for so long.  You know, after a while you forget why someone is here but you just feel so good that that person is here…you feel so good that that person makes everything more comfortable…you don’t care why you initially invited that person in.

Peter.  Peter Jennings is his name.  Peter passed away August 7th, 2005.


That ABC guy you know – and my kids know.

But, Peter can’t be here anymore.  It’s not because I don’t invite him anymore though.  I mean, for the last four months I’ve invited him but someone else has shown up.  Hmmm.  I was always wondering if he was okay.  I saw him that last night we all saw him.  He told me that he would be away for a while, but he would be back.  I believed him actually.  I always believed him (well…there were a few times I was mad at him and tried to invite someone else in…but that never worked out) and I always knew he would come back to visit.

Peter did come back tonight…well, almost.  He came back in a different way.  I loved every minute of it because it told everybody what a special man he was (I think most of us knew any way but it was great to be reminded).  Peter almost came back because I heard his voice and felt his presence once again.  But the voice ended and some other voice came on telling me about what a great man he was and what a great voice he had.

I was so proud.  They were all talking about this man that I allowed in my living room every night.  I mean – I allowed him here.  He should feel privileged!  And you know what?  He was privileged and knew he was privileged and never took advantage of the fact the he was always invited here.  He always told me things that I wanted to know and needed to know (even though at times I didn’t know I needed to know them).  Oh I will never miss a man so much.  Who knew I could love a man in this way?  No physical attraction?  What a deal.  And I was never jealous of his wife.  The perfect relationship – mine and his.  Don’t’ you think?  At least from a woman’s point of view.

I’ve been mad at Peter a couple of times in the past 25 years or so.  But – that was only a couple of times.  I just never could find anyone else better them him to tell me the news.  One time I read that he was a real ladies man.  Well…I was really upset  as you can imagine so for a while I didn’t bring anyone home.  But soon realized my insatiable appetite for Peter was over powering and decided to forgive him.  And then there was that time he interviewed Tommy Frank about going to war in Iraq and asking him if we (or America) had enough troops.  I hated that he put Tommy on the spot.  It took me a few days to get over that and I missed some really good news in the mean time.

But you know what – one day and night Peter stayed here for a very long time.  I was so happy he was here because there wasn’t anyone else that could have made me feel better on this horrible day.  I even taped every moment of that day with him.  He made me and my children and I’m sure so many other mothers and children feel as good as they possibly could.  That day was of course:

September 11, 2001

That was a strange day for me anyway.  I woke up and got ready for work and knew I had to take my daughter to school.  She was a sophomore at the time and lived to close to be driven to school in a bus but to far away to walk (2.5 miles) unless she left early.    Anyway…we didn’t have a TV in the living room.  We only had a TV in my sons room…in the back room.  It was a little TV but still worked and had capability to tape shows while I was gone.  I knew I was going to be gone that night because I had to teach a class at a local community college.  But I was addicted to a reality show that was going to show that night at 7:00 and HAD to watch it.  I had NEVER taped this reality show because I had always been home to watch it so I had NEVER had to go down to my sons room (who was already at school) to set the timer on the recorder.

But, I walked down to his room sometime after 7:30 am in the morning and just turned on the TV so I could set the timer to tape my show.  WHAT DO YOU KNOW.  Peter was there.  He was there right in my sons room again…remember he had been there the night before too.  Peter was there that morning.  Within minutes I realized that something major had happened in New York city.  I won’t go into it all but knew that I must get my daughter down to the room to share with her what was going on.  At the time they were still saying a small plane had flown into the building and as my daughter and I were watching ANOTHER plane hit the other building.  THE WORLD TRADE TOWERS.  It hit me.  I knew this was not a mistake.

I won’t go into the whole day but I started taping on VCR, everything on that day.  Peter stayed there THE WHOLE DAY.  I didn’t even go into work that day.  I couldn’t, to much was going on and I had to stay near the TV and near Peter.  I remember sometimes switching to other channels and men that day…but always went back to Peter.





About Caroline

Daughter, Sister, Mom... I think the best thing I've done is to be a mom, to give my kids my love but not my thoughts and to listen, observe, offer advice when needed.
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2 Responses to Peter Jennings – Written 3 days after his death 10 years ago

  1. Betty Powers says:

    WOW, Caroline. What powerful writing!! It gave me goosebumps. Thanks for keeping me in the loop. Love, betty

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