In Memory of My Friend

I knew this person from another message board. I didn’t take up the pennywhistle until after the attacks, and when I realized he played…I felt all the more sad that it is one more thing in common that we never got the chance to share.

Kim

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Firefighter With Law Degree

John Moran was a Fire Department battalion chief and his cousin Joseph Crowley was a congressman. But when they united their voices that last Saturday afternoon, at the block party in the Rockaways – well, “The Star of the County Down” never sounded sweeter.

At 42, Chief Moran was a kayaking, tin- whistle-playing firefighter with a law degree. But he never put himself before others. When his wife, Kim, was working out of town, he fed, bathed and smothered with love their two children – Ryan, 7, and Dylan, 4 – all the while ensuring that Peggy Moran, his mother who lived above him, never went wanting.

“When I saw his car outside, back home from work, that was a comfort to me,” his mother said.

People may never forget the taunt that Michael Moran, John’s younger brother and fellow firefighter, delivered to Osama bin Laden during a nationally televised concert in October, a taunt so profane and yet so eloquent, full of Irish anger and grief.

But Kim Moran will remember the late afternoon of Sunday, Sept. 9, the day after the block party and two days before the disaster that swallowed him. Trudging up from the beach came her beaming husband, pulling his sons on that wheeled contraption he had built for his kayak.

His wife grabbed a camera and caught it: John Moran in his glory.

Profile published in THE NEW YORK TIMES on October 25, 2001.

Thank you so much for sharing that with us.

You have honored his spirit this day and he is grateful, I’m sure.

Please God, grant us peace so this never happens again.

Mike

So often we think that evil is winning here, but people like him and the many others who gave their lives show that that’s not the case.

This is the time when a great sadness hangs over us like a cold autumn mist.

This is the time that we sit in our silence and think of those who were lost.

This is the time that our dark deepest feelings well up in our eyes.

This is the time when not to despair, but to look to all our futures.

But this is the time when we must not forget the past.

New York is my hometown, I wrote a song in tribute. It seems tiny and insignificant and almost trite, but it is my offering:

Brave in the face of danger,
Faithful to the end.
Go where no one dares,
To save our next of kin.

Five alarms, ring loud,
Tower two goes down,
Into tower one we go…

There’s no light to see,
There’s no air to breath,
Heroes as the shadow falls.

The curious can hear “Brave” at this link:
http://www.geocities.com/wchin8/songs.html

It is the second song on the list.

Kim, thank you for this touching tribute.

~Larry