Dear Eamon: I remember you from years past. I have read your Biography & The Irish Tribute, published in the New York Times. I did not know your fate until your sister, my cousin, Laurie told me. You were working at the World Trade Center on that horrific day. Since then, each Sept. 11th, I think of you.
Your merits in life were extraordinary. Your untold stories, now accessible to the world. The destruction on September 11, 2001 was triggered by psychosis & rage. Your memory will be triggered by sanity and love. I'm sure your spirit shines upon and about your wife and 4 children. You all know this, yet I feel it bears repeating: THE IRISH BLESSING: May the road rise to meet you. May the wind be always at your back. May the sun shine warm upon your face, the rains fall soft upon your fields, and until we meet again, May God hold you in the palm of His hand.