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Danny A. Correa wrote this: I dance in the clouds and soak in the haze. What about you?
That lyric query was in an e-mail message that Mr. Correa sent to a friend a few weeks after he started working on the 98th floor of 1 World Trade Center. The routine of ascending the building's summit quickly spawned images that fed his poetry.
"Danny loved to write," said his father Helman Correa, who brought his family to the United States from Colombia in 1979. Danny Correa, 25, represented the fulfillment of his father's dream of a better life. Berkeley College had placed him in a job at the accounting department of Marsh & McLennan in July; he was to receive his bachelor's degree in accounting, with honors, this fall.
He was the father of a 4-year-old daughter, Katrina, and founder of a basement rock band called Lucid-A. He played lead guitar, but he also could handle drums, keyboard and horns.
"He was amazing, quiet and kind of mysterious," said Erin McAteer, a friend. "He never talked too much about private things, but you could tell that a lot of him came out in his music."
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Danny A. Correa wrote this: I dance in the clouds and soak in the haze. What about you?
That lyric query was in an e-mail message that Mr. Correa sent to a friend a few weeks after he started working on the 98th floor of 1 World Trade Center. The routine of ascending the building's summit quickly spawned images that fed his poetry.
"Danny loved to write," said his father Helman Correa, who brought his family to the United States from Colombia in 1979. Danny Correa, 25, represented the fulfillment of his father's dream of a better life. Berkeley College had placed him in a job at the accounting department of Marsh & McLennan in July; he was to receive his bachelor's degree in accounting, with honors, this fall.
He was the father of a 4-year-old daughter, Katrina, and founder of a basement rock band called Lucid-A. He played lead guitar, but he also could handle drums, keyboard and horns.
"He was amazing, quiet and kind of mysterious," said Erin McAteer, a friend. "He never talked too much about private things, but you could tell that a lot of him came out in his music."
Again 911 again another
Again 911 again another annyversary again this pain that never goes away. How cruel is the reality You have not been around here for 9 long years already. How can I live with half of my heart dead? The other half belongs to my daughter Jessica. Love you always.
Published by Helman
Dear Danny
Dear Danny
I have so many happy memories of you with Jessie when we were little. I never had a big brother of my own, but I know that if I did, I would want him to be just like you. Your sister and I were about half your age yet you never once seemed annoyed by us wanting to hang around in your room either playing Sega Genesis hockey or with your keyboard and other instruments. In fact, you went as far as to recording us singing that song we wrote when Jessie and I were about 7 or 8 years old. I will never forget that you played the music for us while us crazy little kids sang our funny little song. But that's just who you were. You not only had the patience to let us want to hang with you then I think you were in high school then but you also seemed genuinely happy to have us around. I know Jessie always had someone to look up to in you. You were kind, loving immensely talented intelligent-- truly a rare soul. I also remember being introduced to Guns 'n' Roses rock 'n' roll by you. In fact, I always think of you when I hear the song November Rain. Or when I think of you and Jessie's pet bird Kid Kelly. You were more than just my upstairs neighbor, you were like my own family. 10 years ago you left a big hole in our hearts but it's memories like these that bring a smile to my face when I remember you. You were an amazing brother to my best friend, and a wonderful son to your parents. I will never forget what a special person you were and you will always be remembered. I'm so lucky to have known you. Rest in peace, Danny. We love you and miss you always.
Posted by Annie Montoya
It still seems like yesterday
It still seems like yesterday because the emotions and pain are still so raw. I still question myself why? Why did you have to be there? Why did this have to happen at all? In my naive mind I still feel that perhaps you're just a phone call away, or that I will see you at one point in the day. You just CANT be gone. My heart refuses to let you go. Everyday I feel is the day that you are going to call me and tell me you suffered amnesia or were lost or just something, anything I won't even need an explanation. I just want you back. Please come back! There was so much for us to do as adults that we never had a chance to. We were supposed to celebrate our graduations in 2002 but only I attended both ceremonies. You were supposed to be there when I left for college and for my first drink when I turned 21 but you were absent. The bottom line is that you were supposed to be there for that and much more and yet you weren't. My heart aches and breaks for you every single day since 9/11. There's always something that reminds me of you or makes me question myself what would Danny think of this?
Yet I have no answers. I have to say that there just has to be something after our bodies die on Earth there just has to. I pray that there is a heaven amongst the clouds. A place where I may see you again. How cruel could this thing called, life, be if there is no such place called heaven. Otherwise what would be the point of all this. I pray with every ounce of my being that there is such a peaceful place where the souls of those who depart earth go. I will wait my turn to see you I will wait until I'm called. I miss you I love you big bro.
Oh Danny boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling
From glen to glen, and down the mountain side.
The summer's gone, and all the flowers are dying
Tis you, tis you must go and I must bide.
But come ye back when summer's in the meadow
Or when the valley's hushed and white with snow
Tis I'll be here in sunshine or in shadow
Oh Danny boy, oh Danny boy I love you so.
And if you come when all the flowers are dying
And I am dead, as dead I well may be
You'll come and find the place where I am lying
And kneel and say an"Ave" there for me.
And I shall hear tho, soft you tread above me
And all my dreams will warm and sweeter be
If you'll not fail to tell me that you love me
I'll simply sleep in peace until you come to me.
I'll simply sleep in peace until you come to me.
Posted by Jessica Correa Cruz
I still can't believe your
I still can't believe your gone...my heart still hurts for your family and the devastation they must have felt and still feel to lose such a positive life-force. You are missed old friend and I will surely NEVER FORGET. RIP
Posted by Laura Silva
Gone, but NEVER forgotten…even 25yrs later, my friend…
I’ll never forget later in the day on 9/11/01, watching the tv and suddenly turning white as a ghost when ;I saw your aunt ON my tv screen holding a picture of you, Danny…
You and I were mad cool in high school. But my truly FAVORITE times were when we had what back then was known as “working paper” jobs so we could get a job while in HS & after school. And I remember when we both got the cool job in the old local movie theater,Loews 6 in Secaucus.
And although you were without a doubt three nicest amp friendliest guy in school, you were also that way at work! PLUS serious when it came to work, which is probably why YOU got the manager position so fast, while the rest of us joked around and would sneak in theaters on company time and watch movies like almost the whole shift. BUT…you never yelled at any of us and would just be like, “make sure you fools help me clean up the mess at the end of shift,” hehehe.. So many good memories in school and at work.
Now when I went on to find out you had worked in Marsh amp McClennan on the 98th floor— I got a pit in my stomach—which when your floor was hit (and by then later, everyone knew it was a huge jetliner, something in the pit of my stomach felt like you were already gone… And honestly, I RESPECTFULLY hope you were…so that it was quick and painless and you never knew what happened nor had to make any harrowing decisions… I remember talking to the tv saying, “please don’t let any of them be him, God.” I said,“Please God, I hope you welcomed my friend quickly…” All in all, as the days went by, then weeks, and that you were never found that killed me even more..
Now the part that tears me apart the most is we were both DADS… So never mind only being high school pals, but also then later being dads, it was even more sad to me that you had a daughter who never had a chance to know you, and I cried. I could not imagine my daughter, Madison not ever knowing me. I feel so bad for not only you and your family, but again (as dad to dad) your daughter is who I feel most for…
I hate this day every year because of not only the tragic loss of life, but because you a once kind, friendly, funny, and responsible living, breathing young man, you were now GONE that day.I couldn’t process it.. I still can’t really.
I’ll also never forget that email you sent to friends, what were to me, not only the most brief beautiful, almost poetic words ever written, saying simply “I dance I the clouds and soak in the haze,” which yes “WAS” beautiful but now is ruined…like that whole damned day… This was so unfair in so many ways. Why Danny?God MUST’VE needed a soldier angel in Heaven to get things in order…
In closing, I know you visited me the other night— when the goosebumps went up my arms and my hairs were standing up on my neck and you appeared in my mind. That’s (in part, also father to father) why I started that GoFundMe page for your daughter. You were reaching out to me knowing I have a daughter too and would understand that our daughters are the most important people in our lives, and so when you said your daughter needs some help, that’s when I sprung up at like 1am. I had no plans of doing this, but after that experience with you, I said THIS is what that day was about — NOT the terrorists, but US ALL COMING TOGETHER TO HELP— and I realized you, my friend were reaching out to me to help your daughter…
And so again, having a daughter, “Don’t worry, buddy. I GOT YOU!!!”
The only thing I feel bad about is I had made a goal of $1k, but got $200, still not too shabby, I guess. I say any little bit helps. I tried my best.
So when the fundraiser ends I’m going to get whatever is collected and get it to her fast. To your family, I do not want anything in return.
RIP Danny🕊️✝️🙏🏼💟🪽🇺🇸
9/11/01 Please never forget all those lost.
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(There’s only one IMPORTANT request I have to the family, and that is PLEASE, if any of you can have Danny’s daughter, Katrina meet up (her choice where), let me know so I can finish off what Danny asked me to do)
Thank you,
David R Lopez (Danny’s co-‘94 HS graduate and friend from Emerson HS in Union City)
Posted by David R Lopez
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