I miss Jon. I miss his sense of humor, his wit, his intelligence. I think of him from time to time, and shed a few tears. I wish I could talk with him again, he was a kind soul!

To the family of Jon Grabowski: I thought I would share this coincidence with you about your Jon Grabowski. On the first anniversary of 9/11, I was working at the University of Pittsburgh. We had a 9/11 memorial, and each victim was represented by an American flag with their name printed on it. Your Jon was on the flag that I received to commemorate. I was always curious to know more about Jon, but only now was I able to find his name on this site. I’m very glad to read about what a fine young man Jon was. I also learned that Jon worked at Marsh & McLennan in New York City. I also worked at Marsh & McLennan in Pittsburgh. I find the coincidence heartwarming that I had an actual connection with Jon. I send my warmest best wishes as you continue to celebrate Jon’s life. I will always remember his name, today as they read it aloud for the memorial, and always. Judith Nestico

I had the pleasure of working with Jon for a year at Scudder Investments on the Resarch Desktop project. He was incredibly smart and had the utmost respect of all his colleagues. He was definately an influence to my career and I am thankful to have had the chance to work with such a great individual.

enjoyed working with Jon on a project with the AICPA even though it was brief time I still remember Jon years later

Jon still owes me dinner at the French Laundry - you ain't getting off. What can I say? I miss Jon on so many different levels, and after doing the math, doesn't look like I'll get over it. Thanks for being there. We won't ever forget.

I worked with Jon at the Golden Corral Steak House in Delaware back in the ole' high school days. His humor was very dry, intellectual and British all at the same time. He taught me a lot about work and what is and isn't important while working at an establishment that you won't be working at for long. I was very upset when I heard Jon was taken so early in his life on 9/11. He was hyper intelligent and I am sure he just hated being in high School with all of us sub scholars at CR. Jon, Thanks for touching all of our lives in one way or another. You are remembered and will be missed forever. Mark

Jon you were a real friend. I miss you big time and there's not a week that goes by where I don't think about you. You were a great guy, you were a super great husband to your wife, a wonderful son to your parents. I'm sure you were a great family member too. I remember you as being a great friend. I know you found rest and salvation on the day we all said goodbye to you. I just wanted to say in the cyber world we all still miss you SO MUCH! I wish you were still here. :*( May God be with you my friend for always and may God be with your family too on a day like this where they'll be inundated with pictures and memories of the horror that changed all of our lives forever. May you continue to rest in peace Jon. God bless you always. Gracie

jon, i miss you everyday, wish you were here making people laugh and cry, with your ****eating grin and devious ways, we all love you and the world isnt the same without you erika

Six years later, I can still hear Jon's laughter on the phone. (We were business associates on opposite sides of the country.) Today, I said another prayer for Jon's soul and another for his family. Bless you all.

We are all thinking about you and your family today on this fifth anniversary of 9-11. You will always be remembered now and forever.....

Jon, I was going through some papers at home last week and came across the remembrance book from your memorial service. Your legacy lives on through all the people you have touched through your brilliance, your mentoring, or your warm and good-hearted nature. I hope there's plenty of junk food in heaven ;)

I am a cousin of Jon's. His father is my father's brother. Uncle Hank has been so strong through all of this, his has the faith of a thousand saints. He is not angry or bitter, he has kept his head up and has gone through his grief with a grace that I truly admire. He has inspired me to have the same kind of faith. The kind of faith that no matter what life throws your way you remember it is all part of the path you are on and you will get through it. You help when you can and love all you can. I know Jon had these same qualities and I am sure he inspired his friends and family as well.

Thinking about this crazy warm hearted guy I still laugh at his antics in the office when we worked together. And I still have tears over this terrible loss... Its a year since the last post...so I hope this triggers a few more. I've lost touch with his wife Erika and my love goes out to her whereever she is...Erika if you see this email or call any time.. Will willard@wkramer.com

I didn't know Jon Grabowski, but last night (9/11/2002)in Santa Barbara, California, I sang Mozart's Requiem with his name pinned over my heart. Every member of the chorus, the orchestra, the audience, even the ushers and the camera crew wore a similar heart-shaped badge, each with the name of a person who died on 9/11. Just before the memorial concert began, someone passed me a copy of the New York Times that showed pictures of the WTC victims; I found Jon's photo and held the image of his face in my mind as I sang for him, for his loved ones, and for all who lost their lives or their loved ones a year ago. We sang the text, 'Requiem aeterna dona eis, Domine, et lux perpetua luceat eis. (Grant them eternal rest, Lord, and let perpetual light shine upon them.)' As a singer, I felt a strong sense of unity not only with the other singers and musicians, but with the victims whose names we wore, and with their families. I never knew Jon Grabowski, but I will never forget his name.

I lived in New York City for nine years before returning to the West in the summer of 2001. The morning of September 11th, I listened to Bob Edwards on NPR in horror with tears flowing down my cheeks, thinking of my New York friends, and wondering if they were safe. I sat at my parents’ table in their log home in Idaho, and felt both very far away from and very close to the city. I pictured one of my dearest friends Chris who, before moving to Minneapolis in 2000, worked in the WTC for years. I pictured his colleagues who still worked there. I e-mailed and phoned—when I could get an open line—and my friends were safe. Two, one who is a musician and one, a dancer, were on the #1 subway under the towers. They exited the train into smoke and were instantly ordered back on the train, which moved rapidly out of the station and continued all the way to Brooklyn without stopping. But Chris lost a close friend, Jon Grabowski, who worked for Marsh & McLennan, a company in the WTC that lost 295 people. Jon had patiently and warmly mentored Chris on a project for two years when they both worked for TIS. When I met Jon, Chris and he were sitting side by side in front of their computers. When I traveled to NYC this past June, I visited the WTC viewing site and wrote a message on the memorial board: “For Jon, Love Chris.” My friend Rhonda, an ordained minister who volunteered at the site, had warned me about the shock of seeing so much empty space in Lower Manhattan. I cried then, too. A mother with two teenagers standing next to me gave me a Kleenex. “It’s hard, isn’t it?” she asked. I nodded. I could not speak.