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Friday, September 7, 2001 I had lunch in New York City with our 26-year-old middle son Mark McGinly. It was the last time I would hug him, hear his voice, tell him I loved him. Fortunately, we did all three. Mark was murdered September 11, 2001 on the 92nd floor of the World Trade Center North Tower. I watched it unfold on TV from my hotel room in Chicago. I never felt more helpless. Lovingly, my wife Patty and I take strength from each other, but we cry everyday and struggle to focus at work and with friends. Some friends and family don't recognize us — we are mournful, upset, angry and discouraged. Relationships are difficult — nothing is as it was. As a family of four instead of five (Sean [30] from Los Angeles; Drew [25] a naval aviator), we struggle to achieve the happiness that was shattered. View family photo We continue to be thankful for the family and friends who have help us to endure this terrible tragedy. All of us value and appreciate their loyalty, love and support. Patty & Bill McGinly |
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| Letter From Bill McGinly, September 2005 | ||||
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| About Mark |
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