Sunday, September 11, 2011

In Memoriam - Lawrence Francis Boisseau

Written for Project 2,996 - September 11, 2006

Lawrence Francis Boisseau
The morning of September 11, 2001 started as a routine one for Lawrence Boisseau, fire safety director for OCS Security in the World Trade Center, and his wife, Maria Teresa. They commuted together from Freehold, N.J. to their jobs Manhattan, by bus, often falling asleep holding hands.
Earlier that month, Lawrence (known as "Larry") had a horrific dream; it was of the World Trade Center coming down on him. A few nights later, Maria also had a nightmare, this one about falling debris, followed by another of people bringing her "mountains" of food.
On that unforgettable Tuesday morning, as they arrived into New York, Maria told her husband,

"Hurry up, you're going to be late."

"We kissed and said good-bye," she said.

Maria never saw him again.

Larry was on the 91st floor of the North Tower of the World Trade Center with the new owners of the buildings when the building was hit by American Airlines Flight 11.

As a fire safety director, Boisseau went into action to save others. He helped break the glass of a daycare center to rescue the children in the nursery. He then went to the ground floor of the South Tower and assisted in aiding evacuees when the building collapsed and killed him. He was 36 years old.

"My husband, he always wanted to help people," she recalled.

In his spare time, Larry enjoyed making music. As a teenage, he had played drums in a rock band. Because he didn't want to bother the neighbors, he used a computerized drumset, so the only sounds he made would be heard through his headphones.

Those who can best tell Larry's story are his friends and family.

Larry's sister-in-law, Michelle Simon, recalled a Christmas gift from her husband Bob. "..One of the gifts for Larry was his new “Officer’s Brother” wallet complete with a mini shield and a brand new PBA card. Larry was so proud of his new possession, he glowed.[....]I can’t help but go to a day last October when Bob got a phone call from his precinct that something of Larry’s was found. Our first real proof that Larry was truly gone in the rubble of the WTC. I stood there next to my husband, who with shaking hands opened the sealed envelope that contained Larry’s “Officer’s Brother” wallet, mini shield, PBA card (that is the only way we got it back) and a picture of Tess, Larry’s wife, smiling back at us. A picture that was never kept in this wallet before. The smell of ash and soot was so strong that it was unbearable to hold the wallet out in the open for long. It was the first time I had some clue of what Larry and all of the poor souls that lost their lives that day had endured. Over the last year I have heard many stories of Larry’s heroism ~ he helped save the children in the day care center and could have left with them to safety but chose to stay and help others instead.

Larry's friend, Pete DePalma, remembered: "..a lot of Great times at Applebee's with Eddie and the rest of the guys. I remember our last Friday together. I had a problem and you were giving me advice and as we were talking the song 'Help' by The Beatles came on and we started laughing because it fit in with the moment.[....] You were always there for me.[...] I refuse to say goodbye. So I will just say, Until we meet again."

His niece, Janette Mendoza: "I can still picture his boyish and charming smile, his excitement when he would play the drums for us, those eager blue eyes waiting for our comments on his new concoction and simply his laughter. He was more of a friend to me than an uncle. A simple guy who loved life's simple pleasures. He may be ordinary, but he was able to do extraordinary things." Another niece, Joanne Mendoza said: "He loved his work and has dedicated his life and stood for what he believed in. Im not at all suprised he saved the children. He loved kids. He shared a little bit of everything. Did you know he is an artist in disguise? We use to hang out and he'd show me all his doodles. He has also a knack to become a cartoonist."

Another friend of Larry's, Jane Strauss: "The second hardest question I had to answer was when my son asked "Is Larry okay?" My son Eddie loved Larry. He was his buddy."

Maria remembered her husband by writing"...Your kindness, loving, thoughtfulness and all your quality will be missed by all. I am proud to be your wife. Your death will not stop my love for you."
America will always remember Larry Boisseau. He is an American hero who gave his life so that others might live.

May God Bless and comfort his family and friends on this day.

(To view other remembrances of 9/11 victims, please click here)

1 comment:

Tania Gail said...

Rest in Peace, Lawrence Francis Boisseau