Friday, September 11, 2009

We Remember: Francis Noel McGuinn

Eight years have passed. It’s hard to believe it: eight years have passed since that awful, awful day, since everything changed. My memories of that day, and the chaotic, wrenching days afterward are so vivid. I cannot, even now, see pictures of the towers and keep my breath, or hold back the tears.

There is a family in Rye, NY remembering a father, a husband, a brother lost that day. A man named Francis Noel McGuinn, who went to work at Cantor Fitzgerald that sunny Tuesday morning, just as he would have any other day. Although I never met Frank, I am sure he was the kind of dad to his three daughters that any little girl would cherish. He was a man of many layers – he loved showtunes and singing, and family time, and yet Frank had a tougher side as well – he was a military history buff , and regretted that he did not have the opportunity to serve in Vietnam.

Take a moment today to remember Frank, a man so filled with life that, according to his wife, "If we were out to dinner and there was a combo, he didn't need much prodding to go up there and sing." Take a moment to think of his family, and the thousands of other families whose hearts were broken that awful day, eight years ago.

This was written as part of Project 2996, an effort to celebrate the lives lost on 9/11/01.
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