Hi; I'm not sure if we are related but am curious to know! I just read the posting and 911 unfortunate happening...my condolences! My Dad was Philip A. DeFranco, the son of Francesca Petruzello and Georgio DeFranco (maybe DiFranco), both of whom immmigrated to this country from Italy. My father's mother eventually remarried a man by the name of Carmelo Auditore. There were two DeFranco brothers; my Dad Philip, my Uncle Joe DeFranco (DiFranchi), stepbrothers to my Dad, Salvatore Auditore and Frankie Auditore. Are any of these names familiar to you? Thanks. Respectfully, Joseph H. DeFranco

On the day on 9-11 the first thing that came to my mind was Carl. I tried hard not to believe that something like this could happen to him. He was so strong and so confident..i thought nothing could bring him down. Carl his sister in law stacey ,staceys sister loren and me always used to hang out together all the time. After the death of loren he was so sad and we were always so happy to make him laugh. The sunday before it happend i remember leaving staceys house and hugging him which i had never done b4.Then the day it happend the world turned upside down. Now a little more then a year later we're still getting along without him missing him dearly but knowing he is watching us from above. I love you so much Carl i looked to you as another brother..thank you for everything

Carl and I worked together frequently in the past few years. It was a pleasure to know him and I miss him greatly. Roe

Carl DiFranco, 27, accountant, devoted to infant niece Lifelong Huguenot resident was both newlywed and widower in past year Date of Death 9/11/2001 By Kathryn Carse Advance staff writer Thursday, 10/11/2001 At a time of grieving throughout this city and country, the DiFranco family's grief is more than almost anyone can bear. In the last year, they have celebrated life's most joyous moments and mourned the death of a loved one. Now they are trying to make sense of the loss of their son, Carl DiFranco, who has been missing since the attack on the World Trade Center. The family was together a year ago Sunday to celebrate the marriage of Mr. DiFranco to Loren Bosso, after six or seven years of dating. In April, Mrs. DiFranco died of complications of a heart condition. The family knew of the heart problem, but never could have anticipated the urgent need for a heart transplant, which could not be arranged in time. In May, a baby girl was born to Mr. DiFranco's sister, Nancy Levy. The new uncle went to the hospital while his sister was in labor and remained a support through the three and a half weeks the premature baby remained in the hospital. Still grieving for his wife, Mr. DiFranco wrote a thoughtful Mother's Day card to his sister, assuring her everything would be OK. He was a regular visitor on Saturdays, doting on his new niece, who shared her middle name with his late wife. Luckily, one of the few times Mr. DiFranco held the baby, whom he believed too little to hold yet, the moment was captured in a picture. The 27-year-old lifelong resident of Huguenot joined Marsh & McLennan on the 100th floor of Tower 1 in January. He had previously worked with RGL Gallagher, located only a few floors below Marsh & McLennan in the World Trade Center. 'The friends from work came to his wedding and his wife's funeral,' said his mother, Carole DiFranco. 'Now, most of them are gone, too.' His sister noted that Mr. DiFranco had grown closer to his friends at work as they helped him to cope with his wife's death. The brother and sister, only two years apart, were engaged the same year and the couples often socialized. When Mrs. Levy and her husband bought a house, her younger brother displayed talent for meticulous and craftsmanlike work during two months of renovations. He and his mother installed a much-admired ceramic tile floor, and he installed counters and faucets on his own. On Sept. 11, Mrs. DiFranco discovered a flat tire as she was driving her son, who lived in the apartment downstairs, to the train station. 'Take my truck,' her son said, 'I'll fix it when I come home.' The incident made him 15 or 20 minutes late, but 'even late, he was early' on a morning when being late would have saved his life. The grief-stricken parents and sister are left with affectionate memories of a good, generous and loving son, brother and uncle. One that stands out is a family trip to DisneyWorld a couple of years ago in celebration of his parents' 30th wedding anniversary. Mr. DiFranco graduated from Monsignor Farrell High School in 1991. He graduated cum laude from St. John's University, Grymes Hill, in 1995, with a bachelor's degree in accounting. lege in the accounting firm Campos Stratis, Manhattan, where he worked for a couple of years before joining RGL Gallagher in the forensic accounting department. In January, a group from RGL moved on to Marsh & McLennan. Mr. DiFranco worked in the claims, accounting, preparation and services (CAPS) division. A bowler in elementary and high schools, he had recently taken up tennis and jogging. He was trying to encourage the rest of the family to join him in his new interest in health and fitness. With little to console the family, his sister said, 'He is with his friends and his wife, his soul mate.' 'We miss him dearly,' they said. In addition to his mother, Carole, and his sister, Nancy, surviving are his father, Carmelo, and his paternal grandfather, Philip DiFranco Sr. A memorial mass is scheduled for Saturday at 1:30 p.m. in St. Rita's R.C. Church, Meiers Corners.

My name is Patric and I am David Tengelin's brother. I want to extend my deepest sympathies to all of the DiFranco family. Carl and David had worked together for some time before they moved up to the 100th floor of the World Trade Center. I had the pleasure of meeting with Carl in the summer of 2001, when I went to New York to visit my brother. I already knew a lot about Carl from what David had written to me in his e-mails. My first impression of Carl was that of a confident young man with a great personality. I especially remember one Thursday night when I had the privilege to meet and socialise with my brother's colleagues and friends in a bar in downtown Manhattan. The three most prominent story tellers were Carl, Ramzi and Tony as they took turns telling jokes and making everybody laugh. Considering that Carl had recently lost his wife, I must say, he put on a brave face that night. I will always remember Carl for that, and try to do the same now that I grieve my brother.