With the fall of the north tower, I lost a friend I had known since 6th grade. Every September 11th, my heart aches all over again.
I ache because I know it is a day that had a profound effect on our nation. And I ache for the personal loss of having known and cared for one of the most alive people I have ever known. Paul had a larger-than-life presence. His humor was huge. His personality was infectious. His energy was brilliant. He was a born leader who had a chance only to take the reins for the short 22 years of his life. And I miss his voice, his snorty laugh, his irreverence.
This year, I would like to remember my friend, Paul. And as my WHRW folks would say: “Peace, love, Moe and Paul.”