Talk:LeRoy Homer, Jr./@comment-69.118.183.79-20180922234329

Each time I read comments made to honor my child, Leroy W.Homer, Jr. I am moved to tears. Nothing appears to be more humbling, than to read carefully chosen words of comfort,made by strangers. Sadly, it is impossible to thank each person, although, the heart of a parent is eager to embrace those, who are mourning from the bottom of their hearts, those, who innocently lost their lives on this beautiful, sunny Tuesday morning September 11th,2001. There are two subjects left out in my Son's Biography, that have always been a burden to my heart. His father, my beloved husband, had never found a single line in it. LeRoy had loved his Dad beyond the normal affection between parent and child, He had adored his Dad, as his Father had been overjoyed by his son. Sadly, my husband left this earth, due to several strokes, one day after LeRoy had turned twelve, in 1977. My husband had been a twenty-two year Veteran of the United States Army, an Officer, as was his son. He was a gentle Gentleman, from whom LeRoy had inherited his wonderful character qualities. He was never ashamed to cry as his children were born, baptized,went to communions or received awards for outstanding academics. It takes a strong man to show openly his emotions. I was proud of him. I loved him. We loved him and he loved us. And we were a bi-racial family. Where there is God in our hearts, we accept every person He has created. The other subject never mentioned, although, often told by me, was the my son wanted nothing as bad as going to West Point. LeRoy was nominated by the Reagan Administration and got into West Point by Presidential nomination. He id recline, after several visit to West Point, due to the fact he was offered only Helicopter training. LeRoy always wanted to be a Airline Pilot. He had been accepted to several elite Universities, but accepted the Air Force Academy instead. He was very happy with his choice and with his life thereafter. My son and I had a very close relationship all through his life. He had loved the fact of being part German and part African American. My husband was born in Barbados and I am from Berlin, Germany. Leroy spoke fluently German and fairly well also French. Thank you for giving me the opportunity to add a few lines to also honor my husband, Leroy's Dad. Sincerely, Ilse Homer