As part of the 2996 Project, I am remembering Steven Weinberg. (http://project2996.wordpress.com/)
From the time I was young, what I always found the most interesting about our fragile race is how one thing, one word, and one life can touch so many others. What we must remember, what we must never forget about the tragedy of September 11th, 2001, was that each life taken, 2996 in all, touched dozens, hundreds or thousands of others. Like the analogy we’ve all heard about a butterfly flapping its wings on the other side of the world, it is impossible to know how much the lives that were taken from us all would have affected any one of us. I am heartbroken at the human toll. What else is there to say about evil and ignorance so great that it would deprive us of gifts like Steven Weinberg. Yes, each name we remember today is a gift. In my selfishness, I wish I had known Steven; a husband, a father, and a man who stayed behind in a building that collapsed around him to help others. I will not presume to know Steven Weinberg better than those he touched with his life prior to the Lord calling him home, so I will remember Steven Weinberg and give him to you in the words of his friends and family.
From Legacy.com’s page for Steven: “Here we are, over 5 years of not seeing you. No more BBQs or garage sales or a few bottles of wine. No more daily phone calls. No more Friday nights. Very sad. I miss those times. Steven, you would be proud of your kids growing up.”
From another site where friends posted their memories: “He had a beautiful life… a great wife, 3 wonderful children,
a great job. He was a real kibbitzer and joker, always taking the time to check on how you were, and how your family was. We had much in common, had lots of laughs, and we stayed in touch after he left my firm.
When I learned that he stayed behind (after the planes hit) to
help a colleague (recovering from heart surgery) get down some
60 flights of stairs, I wasn’t surprised. He could have left,
and lived; but he was a mensch, always thinking of others.
He is a hero; the true salt of the earth.”
From a New York Times profile: “Steven Weinberg was not a cook, but he loved to go to the supermarket. He was not a collector, but he was nonetheless a familiar figure at garage sales in New City, N.Y. As his family’s social secretary, an assistant basketball coach for his children, a man of 41 who kept every friend he ever made, all the way back to childhood, Mr. Weinberg never passed up an opportunity to run into someone he knew.
He enjoyed his position as an accounting manager at Baseline Financial Services, but it was as Laurie Weinberg’s husband of 14 years; as the father of Lindsay, 12, Samuel, 8, and Jason, 6; and as a people magnet that Mr. Weinberg glowed. His wife said he had a distinct relationship with each of his children but a single message for all: “Stop fighting.” He planned every family outing with other families. Seven hundred people attended his memorial service.”
His obituary: “Steven J. Weinberg of New City, NY died September 11, 2001 as a result of the terrorist attack on the World Trade Center. At the time of his death he was an Accounting Manager for Baseline, a Thomson Financial Company.
A devoted husband, Steven leaves behind his beloved wife, Laurie, (nee Rudin). He was a loving and devoted father to his children Lindsay, 12; Samuel, 8 and Jason, 6. Cherished son of Leonard and Marilyn Weinberg of North Bellmore, NY, dear brother of Paul of Bayside, NT, loving son-in-law of Sandi & Sheldon Rudin of Edison, NJ, dear brother-in-law of Randy & Judy Rudin, uncle of Samantha and Myles.
Steven was born December 7, 1959 in Brooklyn, NY and raised in North Bellmore, NY where he graduated from Mepham High School. He was a 1981 graduate of Syracuse University School of Management. Prior to coming to New City eight years ago, Steven and his family lived in Great Neck.
A Memorial Service is scheduled for Friday, 11:00 a.m., September 28, 2001 at the Nanuet Hebrew Center, 411 South Little Tor Rd., New City, NY.
The Steven J. Weinberg Memorial Fund has been established in his memory at First Union Bank, 100 Park Avenue, Park Ridge, NJ 07656”
God bless this man and the lives he touched. God bless those who remember and never forget. God bless America and all those who she shelters.