September 11, 2001

September 11, 2001

A day I will never forget and everyone I know will never forget. As we approach the 5th Anniversary, I am consumed with watching all the television specials documenting the events of this devastating day. I remember where I was, who I was with and everything said that day. I remember crying and being asked did I know anyone working in the towers and answering, "thousands of strangers." I remember who I held onto as news of the towers falling were broadcast over the radio in my office. I will never forget being afraid like I was that day. I will always remember how we, all of us came together.

In honor of the American's and Non-American's who perished, D.C. Roe sent out a request. He asked that bloggers unite to write a tribute for each and every victim killed when two planes attacked the World Trade Center.

I was the 178th person to sign up and was assigned:

Joseph Anthony Eacobacci

I did not know Joey but through my research I have learned that he is someone that all of us would have loved to have in our lives.

Joseph's worked for Canter Fitzgerald on the 105th floor of Tower 1. He was 26 years old and engaged to Denise who he was with for 4 years.
In High School, he attended Holy Cross School from 88-90. He was one of the "cool" kids according to classmates. He always had a kind word for everyone.
He was a captain on the Georgetown Football team. A natural leader and an outstanding athlete.



Joey was according to friends and family; kind, smart, loving, caring, good looking, funny, loyal, warm, thoughtful, and a parent's dream. He was always smiling and full of energy.
He sounds like someone who had a lot of love and was the kind of person you wanted in your corner.
I have read whatever tribute I could find on Joey and most talked about his loyalty to his family, friends and fiancé. He loved unconditionally and without bounds.
Someone wrote Family, Friends, Football and Food. It is obvious that Joey was down to earth, kind hearted and funny.
It is ridiculous to think that his only crime was actually going to work that day along with the thousands who perished.

I, for one hope that we never forget that beautiful September morning when everything turned red, black and grey.
In honor of Joseph Anthony Eacobacci I vow to remember his name, and the day.
Along with the millions who mourn this day I pray for the souls of our brothers and sisters who had to give their lives so that we could become a stronger nation.

To Joey's family and friends, my heart aches for all of you to have lost such a beautiful soul. He was everything God had intended him to be. May God Bless you and everyone who hurts due to this hateful attack.