Sunday, September 10, 2006
2,996 Project: James Matthew Patrick RememberedTwo days after he and his wife celebrated their first wedding anniversary, and seven weeks before the birth of his first child, James Matthew Patrick was on the 105th floor of Tower One of the World Trade Center.
His wedding ring was found among the ruins.
I didn't know James Patrick, but I have joined with over 3,000 other bloggers to support the 2,996 Project, an effort developed by D. Challener Roe of the Rough Draft blog to create a an individual tribute to each victim of the 9-11 attacks.
Because even the people we didn't know, we remember.
James Patrick was a bond broker for Canter Fitzgerald and a 1993 graduate of Fordham University. He was just 30 years old when he died.
I've read everything about James Patrick that I can find in the web.
In addition to a wife and son, he left behind grieving parents, Jerry and Barbara Patrick of Schenectady, his paternal grandmother, Kathryn Mumford of Otego, NY, two brothers and three sisters, and many nephews, cousins and other relatives and friends.
While reading about James Patrick and the many people in his life, I've noticed that many of the people quoted in news articles or leaving comments on websites particularly remembered his smile.
James Patrick's widow, Terilyn Patrick, told ABC News in 2002 that the couple's son, Jack, born in October, 2001, has his father's smile.
A photo of Terilyn Patrick with Jack is here (third from left, back row).
A family friend wrote a handmade children's book, "Jack's Daddy," to help the boy know his father.
Other things I read: An article in the Albany Times Union describes what a good father he would have been.
Folks who knew James Patrick left notes on this online guest book. I clicked the button marked "photo album" on the right of the legacy page and looked at the pictures. James Patrick's son Jack may be one of the cutest children I've ever seen.
This website mentions the address of an education fund for Jack Patrick, and reprints several news articles.
In this story, close family members discuss their memories of him after they attend a remembrance ceremony in New York City a year after the attacks.
I don't know how to end this blog post, except to say this: Little boys deserve to grow up with daddies; wives need their husbands, and parents should never have to bury a child.
Never, ever forget.
Posted by Amy Ridenour at 3:00 PM