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Tonight I was watching a lecture on T.V. Part of it was about the memorial in N.Y.C. I wondered who the youngest victim and found it on the internet. The beautiful tribute from Peter's mom touched my heart. . .

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Eunice-you and your family are true heros and we thank you for setting an example for all of us to remember how important it is to cherish our family and live each day in the best way we can. I recently visited New York for the first time in 20 years. I am 41 and have 3 children, 12, 8 and 2 1/2, just like your beautiful grandbaby. I know so well how much that little voice means to you. I happened by St. Pauls Chapel where the 911 memorial is and was so incredibly moved by the presense of spirit.....and peace that exists there. It seems as if it is the resting ground for all of those who were victims and is also a place that brings the world together to remember those innocent lives that were taken from their families and the world. I have wept intensely for your loss and want you to know how very moved I was to read your beautiful words. Again, you are truly a hero and I hope and will pray for you to grow stronger and find happiness in those wonderful memories of the smiles and sound of their voices you describe. It sounds to me like they would want you to live your life with those memories bringing you a smile and warmth every day and not allowing the evil ones that destroyed what should have been to prevail. Please smile every day and continue to believe that every time you speak to them-they are there listening. My grandmother always told me that whenever we think about the ones we love when they are gone, it is because they are beside us with their hand on our shoulder. You have many loving hands on your shoulder, Eunice. GOD bless you and your family.

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I will remember your three angels all the days of my life. May they play together in Heaven surrounded by happiness and love.Christine, you little sweetheart, I'm sure you have the biggest and prettiest angel wings of all to match that most beautiful smile.Prayers and love.

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What I have read it to me immediately the tears came: ( I feel with you ... I have a daughter (4monate old) and I do not know how I live without them could ... Bettina

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My Dear Children, Today was the first time in several years I was able to read the messages posted, I thought I could do it without being torn apart, how foolish or me to even think this is possible. I cannot begin to tell you how much I miss you Peter, Sue and Christine. For a brief second when I wake up in the morning I think everything is normal then the pain strikes my heart and my day of longing for you begins. It hasn't gotten any easier for me or Dad, in fact it seems to get harder. We think of where you and Sue would be in your career paths. Christine would be in the fourth grade a smart big sister to her brother who would most likely be in the first grade. Each passing holiday, birthday or family gathering at Uncle Bill's bring tears for us. There is little laughter in our lives now, our lives forever changed. With all this we are still busy with community activities and Dad with Church. We are in close contact with Paula, Annie, Heather and of course Chris Clark. Vanessa has moved to England but we communicate by e-mail. Your friends really loved you. I am in contact with Frencey, Sue. She keeps me informed and I was told by her that your Grandmother would always consider us her family so Frencey has honored her wishes. It has been seven years since you were taken from us. it seems like just yesterday. You, Peter, Sue and Christine are always in our hearts bursting with love and with a broken heart knowing that I can never see you again. I want to hug you and talk with you, I want to hear Christine's "I love you Namma" and see Sue's beautiful smile and enjoy the chats we had. You will be forever in my heart. Mom

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 We have not forgotten your beautiful family.

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 I'm so very sorry for your loss. I think of this lovely young family so much and will always remember them. I pray for them, you and your family.

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 Pete- Vanessa's younger brother here - it's been a long time since I was a slightly annoying 8 year old sent along with you and Vanessa on a couple of trips over to Trumbull Mall. Now - I am pretty sure, looking back, that neither of the two of you had a choice in the matter (Marianne could be firm with her kids, as I am sure you knew...LOL) but instead of grudgingly going along with it, you took the kid brother around the mall while his sister shopped, like we were friends, brought me into KayBee, and encouraged me to look around. I of course went directly to the model kits, and drooled over a Monogram Kit of an A-20 Havoc. I remember you asking me about the plane, and the kit, and me telling you it was the "coolest," and then you saying, "Well, then you have to have it!." The 8 year old was blown away, shocked, cause all of a sudden, Pete Hanson was buying me a model kit out of the blue. For no reason other than I wanted it, and I think you liked making people happy. Our sharpest childhood memories seem to revolve around those instances where we felt so damn lucky - and that's one that stands out in sharp relief. I remember thinking you were the coolest guy around. Another time - sitting in the car outside of the supermarket built into the corner of the mall, while Vanessa ran in for something - you telling me stories about your road-trips to Dead shows, talking to me like I was on your level. There I was, an 8 year old in that car (a station wagon, I think?) thinking that I was friends with a High Schooler. That was huge for an 8 year old! As the years went by, Vanessa would occasionally mention to me that she had seen you, or spoken to you - and I would always ask her to tell you I said "Hi." I know I got a "hi, back" on more than one occasion. Or when she told me you got married, me telling her to tell you congratulations! Messages passed back and forth, but just so you know: I always wished you the very best. I wished we could have met as adults, wish I could have met Sue and Christine. I still do. And then this - and the terrible drop that I felt when I got to CT on September 17th or so, and Vanessa told me. It was so damn unfair, but I want you to know that I think you were so very, very brave that day. So amazingly brave, that it's hard to even put words to. I can't put it any other way. So - for a 23 year old memory that still remains with me today - thank you. And to you and your family: I am so sorry. I hope the memories you have make this day easier to bear. All of my best.

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 I think of Peter,Sue and Christine many days throughout the year, but September 11 is always filled with tears. Peter, I keep your Mom and Dad in my prayers all the time. What a special person you were. A true friend and such a kind heart, always. Every time I have Indian food, I think of you and that great restaurant on Comm Ave. How fun we thought it was to bring our own wine or beer! I remember your wonderful vegetarian meals on cold, Boston nights...I always wondered how you were able to function so well in that little, teeny kitchen. It is so hard to understand here why you are gone. The natural question for us left behind is why? I know your soul must be at peace because you lived your life as a kind, caring individual and there is a special place in the heavens for people like you. I pray that the three of you have found that sense of peace together. With love, Jen

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 Saying a prayer again for this beautiful family. I think of you often, and you will never be forgotten.

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 Peter, Thinking of you today and I have tears in my eyes. It is chilly today, which made me pull out my bin of fall and winter clothes. I opened a bin of stuff and found the very dress I wore to your wedding! I don't know why but, I still have it. It's just a victim of too many moves! It brought a rush of emotions over me and I sat and remembered that beautiful day. How that day was SO you and Sue. The barn...the music...the friends. All coming together to celebrate both of you and your love. It makes me so sad to think that the very church where you were married is where we came together again 7 years ago. We celebrated you and your love of Sue again...and your lives...and the life of your precious little girl. Christine's school bus parked in front of the church was just another symbol of how senseless all of this was! I know I speak for so many when I say that it was truly a blessing to have known you and your memory lives in all of us. Rest in peace my friend.

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 Here's thinking of you Pete, your wonderful family and all your loved ones left behind.  I hope all is well with you, Christine and Sue, and all my thoughts and prayers for continued strength for your Mom, Dad and siblings.  They have shown us all what true strength really is.

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 Thinking of you and those you lost today. The years may pass but I will never forget.

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I'm sorry you were taken by such evil that day. May God Bless you three and your loved ones.

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 Seven years ago OM... Today, I will meditate about the littlest, the most innocent

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 mr and mrs hanson, thank you so much for giving me the award. i'm very honored and i appreciate it so much. your son and his family were beautiful. it's a tragedy that will never be forgotten. it was a beautiful ceremony and peter's memorial looked beautiful. i'll be sending you a thank you shortly.

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 This is a copy of what I posted on my blog today. My love to you. Seven years have gone by. It seems both like a hundred years ago and just as vivid as yesterday. I want the world to remember, but most especially the people of America. The day is sacred. No milk cartons, eggs or anything else should have September 11 as an expiry date. It is not just another day. The last two years, I wanted to scream out "Don't you people get it? Have you already forgotten?" It just seemed like it was just another day - for BBQs, fairs and even weddings. I keep getting emails about meetings/events going on tonight both here and in the US. It just seems wrong. We should of course still continue our day with work and school. But we should have time for reflection. At least a moment, people. I often think of my grandfather and how dates of pearl harbor or d-day were important to him and how the rest of the world just went about their business, not even realizing the significance of the day. I hope that I managed to apologize to him for that before he died. I'm obviously thankful that my husband Eugene is fine (worked in the same tower that Pete's plane hit) and that life does go on, but I can't shake the pit in my stomach about his safety, and our safety, in the metropolis on London. One of the concerns we had in Salt Lake was that it is so homogeneously white. We thought exposure to different cultures and races would be a big plus of living in London. The truth is our school is super white, our neighborhood has one black family, in a sea of white. Euge reports the same white-ness at work. We are so isolated from diversity. It's still a segregated world. The only time I see Indian or Muslim faces is when I pass the mini-cab drivers, the dry cleaners, but mostly in sketchier areas, where I don't feel safe and that is a bad combo. Now I have a worse association. Today I put some white roses (of innocence) in the vase that Pete and Sue gave us for our wedding. It pains me so, but I want them to know that although they are gone, taken violently, they are never forgotten. I never got the chance to thank them for the baby present for Chloe, that arrived on that very Sept 11th. I never got to meet little Christine, or them to meet Chloe - Pete had said there will be time, just get settled with the new baby and we will be down later this fall. But know that there isn't always time. I always hoped that he really knew how much he meant to me - he was the big brother I never had. I loved him dearly and in fact told him that Eugene reminded me a bit of him (not just their curly hair or love of the Grateful Dead). I found great comfort when I found (a few months ago) the quote he put in the yearbook for his senior year (see end of post). His mom had long ago mentioned it to me, but I hadn't remembered it. While we were in college (me at Boston U and Pete at Northeastern) we got to continue hanging out. He would always complain about my music as being too depressing and gave me a mixed tape of the Grateful Dead and other "happy" music as he called it. I labelled the tape "Pete's Dead and Happy." The thought of that label makes me sick. I know that he is dead and he WAS happy. We last saw Pete in April 2001 in San Francisco, we were living out there and he was out for a work. It will always put a smile on my face to remember him bouncy up the street with that big smile, wearing that fisherman hat. PETER BURTON HANSON "Sometimes you can get shown the light in the strangest of places if you look at it right." Well, here it is...senior year and time to say goodbye to many of you. Thanks to all those friends with whom I spent many hours on the road following our favorite band, the Grateful Dead. We had some great times and hopefully there will be many more to come, if Jerry stays in shape! "Nothing's for certain, things can always go wrong." But hey Mr. Slais and Mr. Quinby, I sure did have a good time during all those hours in your offices. And thanks to teacher BM and to sophomore VH for your support of me! And to CR and AP, pizza! Fare you all well, I love you more than words can tell."

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 I send prayers out on this anniversary, as I do very often. Not a day goes by that I don't think about this family. This loving family will never be forgotten.

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 Every year at this time, I look at your family portrait and my heart breaks...may you all three rest in peace, especially that little angel named Christine Lee.

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 It makes me so truly sad, watching this beautiful whole family just fade away, its just not fair, they didn't had a chance to do anything at all. None of victims in 9/11 had that chance. Even 7 years after you left your still here, in our memories, in our heart,.. in America.. Rest In Peace, beautiful Soul.

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I cannot read anything about the Hanson family without tearing up inside. I to, am sitting at the computer screen with tears streaming down my face. Peter, Sue and Christine are forever in my heart

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Your families loss is still a national tragedy. My prayers are with you and your family. We never knew little Christine our her wonderful family, but we are all sorry that she was taken from you. Rev. Dave May

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On behalf of my family, who we lost a loved one to terrorism in 1981, my heart goes out to your family. God bless you all.

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 im so sorry

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 I'm still praying for your family and I still have a link to your page on my website that lists links of children with special needs or who have been victims of violence. Your granddaughter's story inspired me even though I never met her. From what I read of her, she had more personality as a 2 1/2 year-old than many adults did and would have been an exceptionally bright child. In my time praying for children online, I have seen read the stories of many children taken by cancer or severe medical problems. It makes me especially angry when a healthy child is taken by a deliberate act. I know God takes care of all the children that have gone before us.

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  love is beauty,we see it in many different ways and no matter what happens to us,that love will remain in our hearts and soul for eternity.God wanted your beautiful family to join him for a reason and one day you too will join them in an everlasting garden of joy.

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  It took me seven years to look at the pictures of the people who died on September 11th, 2001 and I happened to come across this memorial and now seven years later I am sitting at my computer desk crying for these poor people and that beautiful baby. She was perfect in every way. It is simply unspeakable and I have no words to describe the feeling I had when I read this. I did not know any children died this day. I wish could say something to help your family get better but all I can say is how very sorry I am for you and Peter, Sue and Christine. It is heartbreaking, simply put. I am so sorry. They are all together playing in heaven and no one can take that away from you. God Bless you and your family.

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  I want to leave my testimony to make you understand that there are always someone who thinks about all those poor innocent people that are dead for hand of diabolic people. I am Italian and I don't speak well English but I wasn't able to don't leave you one message with my regard and my affection for whats happen to your family. Lot of love Ornella

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  I hope your family has managed to keep the warmth and love of your beloved family with you each and everyday.

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  After all these my body shivers at the thought of what happened that day to so many people and specially to the Hanson's family. We will never forget....

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  I googled my son's name - Peter Hanson, and got this website. I am sitting here with tears streaming down my face. Peter, Sue and little Christine were a beautiful family and they were so brave in the face of death. It's reading the human stories that brings home the real tragedy of that day. May God be with you all. Pat

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  I'm so sorry for your loss. Your grand daughter was so beautiful, your family... I'm so very sorry. I pray that one day, you will know peace; true peace within your hearts. I pray that God will protect, comfort and guide you and your family even to this day. I'm so touched by their story, the heart wrenching truth that this world can be so cruel at times; your grand daughters face... I will remember forever. I will never forget their story, I will never forget her face, her tale, her life, I promise.

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  hi my name is Jonathan i am so sorry for peter sue and Christine who died on flight 175 that just broke my heart to know that a family was cut short like this that they all died together and that they were a family of love a family of happiness and a family who was taking away from us let never forget September 11th 2001 know matter how many years pass let us never forget