Stuck in the Seatbelt

I found this on Holli's blog and I thought that it was a wonderful idea. Bloggers are honoring those who lost their lives on September 11, 2001. I signed up with Project 2,996 and the person that I was assigned to honor was Craig Neil Gibson. Craig was from Randwick, New South Wales, Australia working on the 94th floor of the north tower in the offices of insurers Marsh and McLennan. He had immigrated to New York the December before with his wife, Dannielle, and loved to play soccer. He played for the Manhattan team, Barnestonworth, but rooted for Liverpool. He loved to be the first to see movies as new releases and had to have plenty of popcorn to go along with it.
He had given his wife a boxer puppy, Daisy, for her birthday. He was said to have been obsessed with her, his wife said "instead of doing work he'd be on the Internet, looking up pet stores and buying treats for her." He was also known to come home in the middle of the day and take her for a walk. Daisy was said to have been as much in love with him, Mrs. Gibson said "She used to sleep on his slippers every night, with her little nose tucked into one of them and her paws over the top,"
To everything there is a season,And a time to every purpose under the heaven.A time to be born, and a time to die;A time to plant, and a time to pluckthat which is planted;A time to weep, and a time to laugh;A time to mourn, and a time to dance;A time to get, and a time to lose;A time to keep, and a time to cast away;A time to love, and a time to hate;A time of war, and time of peace.
-Ecclesiastes 3:1-8