September 11th is here again.
God that day sucked. It was horrible and it was senseless and I wish to God it had never happened. Even if it meant Americans were still living in our little bubble.
Martin Lizzul was 31, and worked for Kestrel Technologies. On the morning of September 11th, he was in the Cantor Fitzgerald offices, where he often spent his mornings, since Cantor Fitzgerald was implementing Kestrel products.
He was married, to Jeannie, for 87 days. Less than three months. I can't fathom only getting such a short amount of time with the person I loved. Though no one's happy ending is guaranteed, I'd like to think they'd have been happy together until they were 93.
Over the past two weeks, I've started this remembrance over and over again, only to choke. Everything I've found shows Martin to have been a genuinely good man, a family man who would apparently never say a negative word about anyone. There is absolutely nothing I can say that Dana Lizzul, his sister, and many others haven't said already. The love for Martin is here, and here, and here. And there's pages more. I can only post the memorial, like holding a candle in the dark. At least, in Martin's case, I'm not the only one. He has been well loved and well remembered this whole time.
There is a scholarship in Martin's name, at his high school alma matter:
The Martin Lizzul Scholarship Fund
c/o Half Hollow Hills High School West
375 Wolf Hill Road
Dix Hills, New York, 11746
ATTN: Dr. James LoFrese, Principal