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The Unseen Empty Seat

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David Angell, a writer and a producer for television, was born in Rhode Island. He worked on “Cheers”, where he won two Emmy Awards, one as a writer, one as a producer. He won six Emmy Awards between his writing and producing duties on “Frasier”. He and his wife, Lynn, were known for their generosity, particularly to the Hillsides home for abused children.

Edmund Glazer was born in Zambia, but moved to the US as a teen. He graduated high school early and enrolled at the University of Southern California when he was just 17. He became the CFO and vice president of finance and administration for MRV Communications in 1995. He was known as a bright, caring man with a love for chess and hockey, had a dry sense of humor, and was dedicated to his wife and young son.

Mr. Glazer and the Angell’s never knew each other, but they died together on American Airlines Flight 11 when it crashed into the World Trade Center’s north tower on September 11th, 2001.

Mark Bingham played rugby as a teenager and in college. He was the CEO of The Bingham Group, his own public relations firm, when he died aboard Flight 93, and was believed to have participated in the passengers’ efforts to down that plane before it could reach its intended destination. He carried on his love for rubgy after college, playing for the San Francisco Fog, “the preeminent rugby club in the world that actively pursues the participation of people of color, gay men, women, and other groups traditionally underrepresented in rugby”. He served as a volunteer for John McCain’s 2000 bid to be the Republican nominee for president. When Flight 93 was hijacked, he called his mother and his aunt to tell them what happened, and that he loved them.

Heather Malia Ho was a pastry chef at the Windows on the World restaurant, on the World Trade Center north tower’s 107th floor. She discovered her love for cooking as a child growing up in Honolulu. San Francisco magazine named her the pastry chef of the year in 2000. She’d joined the restaurant’s staff just months before the attack, and dreamed of opening her own pastry shop one day.

Reverend Mychal Judge served as the chaplain for the Fire Department of New York for nine years. He lost his father when he was a boy and found his religious calling as a teenager. He served as pastor for several churches in New Jersey and New York before being named the FDNY’s chaplain. “Father Mike” counseled and comforted people from all walks of life. He was killed by a piece of falling debris shortly after performing last rites for a fallen firefighter at the World Trade Center.

Lorisa Taylor had just celebrated her seventh anniversary with her husband days before, dancing until 4a.m. Hector Tamayo loved to sing. Barbara Olson was a conservative television commentator fiercely critical of the Clintons. Hilda Taylor, a teacher originally from Sierra Leone, was determined to show her students a world beyond Washington DC. Glenn Thompson was wearing shorts when he got on his knees in the snow to propose to his soon-to-be wife. Marie Abad planned to spend her retirement traveling and exploring a world of books with her husband. James Hayden was married to Elizabeth Gail Hayden for nearly twenty five years, but she said he made her feel like she was 18 all the time. David Halderman, a firefighter, didn’t like a lot of attention. Kevin and Thomas Hannafin, brothers, were both firefighters; Kevin was part of the company that discovered Thomas’ body in the remains of the World Trade Center. Brian Terrenzi had just bought his first home and never met his daughter, Elizabeth, who he was “so excited” about.

The world was robbed of all these men and women, and thousands like them but entirely themselves, in a single, terrible breath of blind hatred nearly ten years ago.

Sunday, Osama bin Laden paid the ultimate price for taking so many sons and daughters, fathers and mothers, husbands and wives from their families, for stealing from the world so much of its potential. Too, he paid for stealing the young sons of so many families in the Arab world, and bending them to his hate-filled mandate that sought not to make the world a better place for anyone, but merely to kill and burn, to revel in death and dismay, and to make misery where it before did not exist. Nineteen men gladly gave their lives to carry out the atrocity of 9/11 because of bin Laden’s words, countless more have sacrificed themselves to further his despicable vision.

Make no mistake: bin Laden’s death does not mark an end to the war on terror. His disciples, some utterly brainwashed, others just as gleeful as he must have been at the very idea of destruction, will continue their campaign of cold-blooded murder in the name of phony ideals. But, in the words of President Obama, “Justice has been done.”

His death will not bring back the thousands of innocents whose blood is on his hands, but maybe it can serve as some small piece of mind for Elizabeth Terrenzi, who will never know her father, that Brian’s killer is no longer roaming the world, smug about the deaths of thousands of human beings he never cared to know. If that is the only reward from Osama bin Laden’s death, it will be more than worthwhile.

Justice has been done, but the world remains forever scarred by what it might otherwise have been. 2,996 human-beings, self-made successes and slackers, book lovers and video game players, lovers of life and lovers of love, were taken from us on 9/11. It is impossible to measure the true number of deaths on Osama bin Laden’s hands. They will, all of them, be missed. He will not.

The world we have goes on, better today than it was just a few days ago, but a sorrier thing than it ever could have been.


Stolen Words from NBC’s “The West Wing”:

“More than any time in recent history, America’s destiny is not of our own choosing. We did not seek nor did we provoke an assault on our freedoms and our way of life. We did not expect nor did we invite a confrontation with evil. Yet the true measure of a people’s strength is how they rise to master that moment when it does arrive… The streets of heaven are too crowded with angels tonight. They’re our students and our teachers and our parents and our friends. The streets of heaven are too crowded with angels, but every time we think we have measured our capacity to meet a challenge, we look up and we’re reminded that that capacity may well be limitless. This is a time for American heroes. We will do what is hard. We will achieve what is great. This is a time for American heroes and we reach for the stars.”

My Take on the War on Terror

Terror in the Best Laid Plan

Sites featuring profiles of the 9/11 victims:

Portraits of Grief

In Memoriam Online

9/11 Profiles

Written by oobiedoo

May 2, 2011 at 8:00 am