Two years...

People come into our lives, we briefly get to know a little about them, and then we usually move on without a second thought, forgetting them, as though they never really existed.

Before I moved east, I knew virtually everyone at our company office in San Jose, some better than others. One of my passing acquaintances left the company in the Spring of 2001, a year after I moved away - I've neither seen nor spoken with him since.

I think about him often now.

His wife Suzanne was on American Airlines Flight 77, which struck the Pentagon on September 11, 2001.

This is the closest I came to knowing someone lost that day. Not close at all, really, not at all. I knew nothing of Frank's life outside the office, nothing whatsoever. He was a really nice guy, as decent as they come. Everyone liked him, but I knew nothing about him really, other than his "work face". I knew nothing about his wife.

I'm ashamed of my ignorance.

Posted by Russ at 03:30 PM, September 11, 2003 in Nat'l Security