Seriously. At times I just wonder about people and what they do. I even wonder why I am posting on this blog. No one reads it, no one cares. Do any of my friends have blogs? Is it wise to share too much personal information? Who even has time to keep up with reading tons of blogs?
posted by Monica @ 11:07 AM
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Robert D. Higley.
Twenty-nine years old with a life full of promise. Robert Higley was 29 years old on that September morning in 2001. Just three months to the day prior to 9/11 Robert accepted a job with Aon Risk Management Services. He was officed in World Trade Tower 2. Robert had a promising career and life. In his short time with Aon he had already been promoted to run a national campaign. He worked on the 92nd floor. He was a father and a husband, a son, a dear friend. At the time of his death, he and his wife Vycki had a daughter that was 4 ½ . Amanda lost her father before the age of five. Vycki was eight months pregnant with their second child. She fondly remembers them discussing names for their second daughter. In honor of Robert, Vycki named their second daughter Robyn. She will only know her father through pictures and stories.
Robert has been described as being fun loving, sarcastic, humorous and simply put wonderful. At the age of four he developed a bond with three other boys in Connecticut. That bond lasted a lifetime. These three comrades are now godfathers to his daughters Amanda and Robyn.
One out of 2,996 individual souls that lost their lives on 9/11. One no more important or less important than the other. All were mothers or fathers, brothers or sisters, children, and someone's best friend. Their lives taken from them. They taken from their loved ones. It hits home more than anything because I too was 29 when the towers fell. My daughter is just three months older than Robyn.
One of 2,996 individual souls. One no more important or less important than the other.
posted by Monica @ 6:41 PM
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