Immanentize the Eschaton

I worked with Nancy at Marsh & McLennan. She was one of the designers on an IT project; I was the front-end programming lead. She was one of the first people I met at Marsh, and she was a pleasure to work with. She clued me into all the “goings-on” at Marsh, and advised me on how to handle the brokers. I, in turn, advised her on how to handle the programmers!

She always asked me about my family, and how they were doing. My wife and I had our first child when I was at Marsh, and Nancy gave us a very nice outfit for her (which was not surprising, considering her background in the fashion industry).

She often talked about her husband Don, who also worked at Marsh. She’d tell me what they did over the weekend, where they went, what new restaurant they ate at that I’d HAVE to try. She loved their life together.

At the time of the attack, Don worked at the main office in Midtown. You could look straight down 6th Avenue and see the Twin Towers. As I watched the towers burning, I tried to imagine the horror he felt as he watched from Midtown, knowing that the love of his life, indeed, his LIFE, was in the building. I couldn’t do it. I still can’t.

Nancy was a great person, and I was blessed to have known her.