Justin McCarthy has today been gone from his friends and family for eight years. He was a trader at Cantor Fitzgerald, which was so horribly decimated by the WTC attacks.
He was about to start out on a new life with his girlfriend and her son. I wish I could say something good enough to be of comfort or help to them and his family now.
He had a great sense of humor, and he loved his yearly shark-fishing tournaments with his friend. He made sculptures; he thought of inventions.
I wish I knew more about him, but even more, I wish I did not have this horrible anniversary to remember him on. This should be the eighth anniversary of just another day. But this is not the case.
Today, my thoughts will be with Justin McCarthy’s family and friends.