Naturally, several RN posters stepped up to the plate for this great cause and contributed, each in their own particular style. We decided it might be easier, especially for those of you who are not use to visiting the Blogs, if we posted a small excerpt from each tribute and a link to the rest of the tribute at the end of each excerpt for your convenience in this one thread. If I have left any out, please let me know.
In Memory of Richard S. Gabrielle
by Chris Naron
Richard S. Gabrielle was a fifty year old insurance broker who loved cars, especially his Volkswagen, "Baby P". He resided in West Haven, Conn, and worked in New York City...in the World Trade Center. <snip>
We must celebrate your life to heal,
Live our lives to the fullest to get beyond the pain.
You left this earth a hero
And your spirit will always remain.
The Conservative Mindcleaner
Mon Gjonbalaj
by Bradford
Excerpt from the NY Daily News
It was five years ago today that Bekim Gjonbalaj was filled with dread as he watched United Airlines Flight 175 cut into the south tower on live TV. His dad, Mon Gjonbalaj, was on the 86th floor, one level above impact. The two had just finished a phone conversation. <snip>
The beloved dad, an ethnic Albanian who escaped Communist Yugoslavia, brought his family to the U.S. in 1971 and quickly found a maintenance job at the World Trade Center. He called one last time to speak to his wife.
The Republitarian Register
Laura A. Giglio (11/03/1965 - 09/11/2001)
by Walter
Laura A. Giglio was a lovely and vibrant young woman who made invaluable contributions to the lives of those around her. The following is a small collection of accounts, from those who knew her, celebrating a live lived, never lost. <snip>
A chance encounter on the Long Island Rail Road in 1996 brought Joseph Mendez and Laura Giglio Marchese together. She was on her way to work as an executive assistant at Reliance Consulting in Manhattan, and Mendez, an employee of the Long Island Railroad, just happened to be on the train.
"I approached her before she was getting off the train," Mendez said. "I liked her right away, and wanted to know if she was involved with anyone. She wasn't."
The Man Behind the Curtain
George Cain: A Lyrical Life
by Mooga
Maybe a man's worth can be measured by the beauty of the words he inspires in those who knew him best. If there's any truth in that proposition, then firefighter George Cain was a very fine man indeed, for in dying, he has made poets of the family he left behind. George's sister, Nancy, recalls his "infectious" laugh. On George's 40th birthday, which fell on this past May 13th, his mother, Rosemary, wrote: " I close my eyes, go back in time, and you are here beside me, telling me you love me just once more."
Detractor Fidei
For George Paris (9/11)
by CarolA1222
. . . The accounts I’ve read of George. He was a man to be admired a great loss to our society as well as his family. What he would have accomplished in his lifetime none of us know. I know He is missed by his family especially his wife and children.. George Paris should never be forgotten by anyone. <snip>
There is a plan far greater that the plan you know
There is a landscape broader that the one you see
There is a haven where storm-tossed souls may go
You call it death- we, immortality
An Insomniac's Corner
In Memory of Mary Rubina Sperando
by Annie
I've been thinking of how to eulogize you. I'm going to let the ones that loved you and knew you speak. Please know that you are in all of our hearts, even the ones that didn't know you, on September 11. We won't forget. We'll keep you in words and in prayers and be forever thankful that you touched so many lives in your short time on Earth. May God bless you and your loved ones. So from the word of you friends and loved ones I have below:
She(Mary Rubino Sperando) said "If a baby smiles at you, they saw your angel."
An Insomniac's Corner
In Memoriam, Chief Petty Officer, Donald M. Young
by USNJIMRET
I never knew Chief Young.
I knew many Chief Young's.
For he was a Chief Petty Officer in the United States Navy. A position long honored and selective of membership.
My son in law knew him, having served on the same ship (USS Bataan).
His loss to his family, his Navy and his Nation in the dastardly attack on the Pentagon on 9/11/2001 is but a small part of the loss that the Nation endured that day. Yet his loss is no less important then any other, for each lost soul that awful day marks yet another reason for eternal and force backed vigilance against an enemy who would destroy all of us, given the chance.
Musings of a Mushy Mind
Nick, I Wish I Knew You
by ilja
According to his mother, from the time he was a little boy, he had dreamed of working at the Pentagon. That is what Pick's mother, Mrs. Jewel Lyons of Pine Bluff, Arkansas, told me on the phone today. Pick was the nickname given to her son by his Aunt when he was just a little boy due to his small size and it seemed to stick with him to adulthood, at least with his family.
Elusively Yours
And this is suppose to be the link to the whole project but it's been down pretty much all day. It's probably getting too much traffic.
Thank you for remembering with us.
Edited to add updated link. I think it's working now.
This post has been edited by ilja: 11 September 2006 - 04:48 PM





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