Category Archives: P

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  Edward Perrotta

Date of Birth: September 1, 1959
Position: Vice President

Eddie graduated from Hoffstra. He was the child of Jennifer and Joseph. Eddie and I just got married April 14, 2001 before these things happened. He was the most wonderful man I ever met. Eddie was a very hardworking person. He did his job very well. He loved to work in Cantor, due that all of the clients were very good to him and so was the staff at Cantor. Eddie always said to me, “I’m always nervous going to work I don’t know why.” I said, “the company was not going to fire you, what is your problem?” “I don’t know, I’m nervous whenever I’m going to work” he’d say. This was before this thing happened. He had bad dreams before this happened and he told me “I can’t repeat it because it’s so real” and he woke up in the middle of the night so perspired. He asked me to get water. He said “My God, what a nightmare! My dream was so bad.” So I asked, “What is it?” “I can’t tell you because it looked so real.” The week before this happened he told me “I can’t help you in ‘paper works’ (I have a business, he’d speak for me and I would do the paper works) because I am again to be busy. I have a lot of things to do.” On September 11th, I was so nervous. He asked me, “What’s the matter?” I said, “I don’t know”. When things started happening, I went to my bedroom and I watched the T.V. and saw the W.T.C. falling and I said aloud, “Now Eddie, we know why we were nervous.”
I love him so much and until now I feel like he is just in work and could still feel him by my side. I still feel how strong our love is. I can’t forget my husband and all that he did for me. He made things happen for me and made my dreams come true, but I can’t get him back. I wish I could. The memory he left is filled with love. I try to smile but I have to believe that time will heal me. I love him. I miss him. He was the best, generous, loving person.

Josephine Perrotta, Wife

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  Danny Pesce

Date of Birth: July 26, 1967
Department: Government Securities Bond Brokers
Position: Manager of Ticket Desk

Danny Pesce was 34 years old and worked for Cantor Fitzgerald on the 105th floor for 7 and 1/2 years. He began his career in the mailroom and worked his way up to Manager of a ticket desk in the Government Bond Securities Department. He was the greatest son, brother, brother-in-law, uncle and godfather. Danny was the kind of person you could always depend on, he always put himself last. The family is devastated from this loss.
I will always cherish my last conversation with my brother, Danny, the morning of the September 11, 2001. At 8:48 a.m. he phoned me at home asking to put on television because he had just heard an explosion on his floor. I informed him a plane had just hit his building. He yelled to his coworkers, “a plane hit us!” I then told him this must have been an accident, just try to get out, I see flames and smoke. Put a wet rag over your mouth and get out of there! He then told me they were beginning to get smoke inside the office and he then left the receiver off the hook. I will never forget Danny’s voice at that moment directing everyone off the floor with such calmness. I heard no screaming or panic from the others, just voices getting farther away from the receiver. I could no longer listen and so I hung up. At that moment I never felt so helpless and afraid.
I will always remember my brother Danny, as one of the many heroes of that day. He was my best friend. He will be forever in our hearts. He is our new angel in heaven, guiding us here on earth, until we see one another again. I will always love you, your sister, Angela Frunzi

Angela Frunzi, Sister

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  Vinod Parakat

Date of Birth: April 26, 1967
Department: Central Development
Position: Programmer

There are no words to explain how much we miss you…

Jayasree and Saraswathi Menon, Vinod’s Wife and Mother

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  George Paris

Date of Birth: November 11, 1967
Department: Purchase/Sales of Govt. Bonds

George Paris was born on November 11, 1967 to Michail and Rose. He grew up in Brooklyn and Queens in the Greek Orthodox tradition. He loved to play baseball and football with his friends in Brooklyn, and the friends he made lasted his whole lifetime. When he got older he became interested in playing the drums. Later on he played with many bands in nightclubs around Manhattan. After high school, he got his Bachelor’s degree in Business from Baruch College. In 1990 he met Christina, and they dated for 11 years while they both went to school, Christina studying Veterinary Technology and George studying Business and Finance at C.W. Post campus of Long Island University. During those years they had fun taking Christina’s daughter Stacey to Disneyland and other places, horseback riding, hiking, traveling to Greece and London, going to plays and comedy clubs in the city, and just being in love. George and Christina got married in June of 2001, and had baby Constantina the same year. She had only three months with her father. George was working for Cantor Fitzgerald, and only one semester away from his MBA degree when he was taken from this world by terrible hatred. He is very much missed by his family and friends, but will always be remembered for his love of life, silly sense of humor, loyalty, and generosity. Rest in peace, George.

Christina Paris, Wife

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  Robert Emmett Parks Jr.

Date of Birth: April 22, 1954
Position: Bond Broker

“At this moment, words cannot express the loss of my oldest son. Naturally, I both love and miss my son.”
Mary Elizabeth Fitzhenry Parks, Mr. Parks’ mother

“My brother Bob woke up every day, eager to work and endeavor. He loved the energy of NYC. He’s a great all-around guy”.
David, Bob Parks’ brother

“My brother Bob had an unbelievable memory not only in work and school-related issues, but also for sports trivia. Through his many colleagues both on Wall Street and globally, tons of whom knew him rather well, they could ring him up and get the correct answer about whom it was who hit a homerun at any U.S. stadium, threw the winning touchdown, or even which horse and owner won any Triple Crown. And though his mind simply brimmed with facts about sports, he was also no slouch on the movement of the stock market since 1929.”
Carol Parks Clancy, Bob Parks’ sister

“Bobby was the quintessential of all that is good – a wonderful, gentle family man, a man of wisdom, virtue and faith. I could talk with him into infinity about anything on every given subject. He was always there for not only me, but his entire family, always with his smiling and charismatic self style.”
Elizabeth (Betsy) Parks, Bob Parks’ sister

“My brother Bobby always encouraged me to stay focused. In fact, we both had begun new jobs at the same time last year. He always put his children, Bridgette and Kevin, first in life.”
Lauren Fitzhenry Parks, His youngest sister

At age 47, Robert Emmett Parks, Jr., was the father of 2 teenagers. He was content to barbecue burgers on the pool deck of his home in Middletown NJ. His enthusiasm for education and sports played out through his encouragement with his children.

His 16 year old daughter, Bridgette Parks, is a successful high school team swimmer as well as a summer lifeguard. Bob attended her swim meets and helped time her, train her, and cheer her on.

Bob was also very involved in the education and sports of his 14 year-old son, Kevin Robert Parks. He was a coach for Kevin’s teams. He coached for the Middletown Youth Athletic Association for many years. Appropriately so, Bob was given an award for his parental involvement.

He was a communicant of St. Catherine’s Church, Holmdel, NJ, where his family are parishioners.

Bob had been a personally successful golfer, belonging to Bamm Hollow Country Club. He himself had played varsity basketball and football at St. Peter’s Preparatory School in Jersey City. And he went on to play sports in College and while attaining his Master Degree. He had been a NY Jets fan since their inception.

Betsy Parks, Sister

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  Richard Palazzolo

Date of Birth: February 18, 1962
Position: Bond Broker

Rico was a very special son and brother to his identical twin Ronny and sister Maria. We miss him very much and because he was taken with nothing, we remain with nothing but special memories. There is no closure for us, but be sure we feel him close and he always will be with us.

Love you Rico,


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  Edward J. Papa

Date of Birth: July 1, 1954
Department: Government Securities
Position: Vice President, Partner

We’re not ready to say goodbye to you, and never could we imagine that it would be in such a way. This incomprehensible tragedy has touched not only us, our family and friends, but has brought anguish to the lives of so many others as well.
In the face of hopelessness, we must depend upon the intense closeness that we share as a family to get us through the coming days. We have been blessed with an incredible family, for which we have been thankful throughout our lives. The strength, love, humor, and care that have always filled our home has continually amazed not only us, but everyone who our family has touched.
In bearing witness to the love that you and mom have always shared and shined upon us, we have learned to be good, kind and humble human beings. Sincerity, kindness and humility have been at the root of everything you brought to this world, shining through in your smile, your voice and your eyes.
Ever since we were small, we knew that we had a strong father who would protect us and never allow us to feel alone or scared. We remember you putting us to bed as children, chasing the monsters from our heads with the soothing lullabies of James Taylor as we’d lie upon your chest, smelling your scent, and listening to your heart beat, the rhythm of safety.
As we grew and began to traverse our individual paths, you never ceased to guide, support and love the women we have become. We each looked forward to the car rides back and forth from college or airports or basketball tournaments, when each of us could have you to ourselves for a few hours, as you played us your favorite songs, told us stories of your life, and passed on your wisdom. Liz, Michelle and I looked forward to your surprise phone calls, just to check up on us and tell us you loved us, while Kacee and mom enjoyed your company every day at home, be it at the dinner table or relaxing together on the weekends.
We all remember you playing the guitar Michael Hart gave you, your sweet voice as it filled the room with James Taylor, Neil Young and Jackson Browne. We vividly recall the quintessential image of you as you barbequed on our deck, whether it be on a hot summer day or frigid winter night. The traditions we shared as a family were very special to all of us: the enormous Sunday dinners, the holidays shared with our wonderful extended family, the SPECTACULAH vacations on the Vineyard that meant so much; our times at the Vineyard were the portion of each year set aside solely to eat, drink, be merry and let the love of our family and friends saturate the air around us.
Dadzo, you’ve taken such great care of us, always putting us and mom before yourself. You were an amazing provider, never were we in want or need of anything. You’ve shown us what it means to be generous, thoughtful, selfless and compassionate. You learned from your own parents, our beloved Grama and Poppy, the importance of opening your arms and your heart to anyone who would come into our home. You opened the door of 60 Highwood to all of our friends, frying up Eddie McMuffins for one and all and offering paternal affection for those in need. You gave so freely of yourself to others, yet you also allowed for a bit of self-indulgence in life. You taught us to live each day to the fullest. The resounding glow of your spirit will live on in each one of us, in every moment of every day, in everything that we do. We know you will always be here with us, for the rest of our lives, holding our hands, encouraging us to follow our dreams and the paths that we choose. We will take care of mom and we will take care of each other, as you have taken care of us all these years.
We love you so much Dadzo.

Patricia Papa, Wife