"My husband and I were in Italy celebrating our 25th wedding anniversary. We had saved for a few years for this trip of a lifetime. It had been a difficult year. He lost his mom in February and I lost mine in May. We left on September 9th and arrived in Rome on September 10th. On 9/11 we went with our tour group to the Vatican. It was a long day. When we arrived back at the hotel we turned on the news and saw what had happened. I was worried because I knew of someone who worked in the Twin Towers. I had spoken to my brother at work before we left for our trip. He had not been on the job that long. He never mentioned where it was so I just assumed it was a building in the Wall Street area. I called my son and told him to call his Uncle to make sure he made it home ok. (Ironically the woman I was worried about was sick that day and never went to work). At about 3:00 in the morning I received a call from my sister-in-law. I asked her what was wrong. She began to cry and she said to me don't you know? It was then that she told me my brother was dead. He worked at Cantor Fitzgerald on the 104th floor. I remember both my husband and I crying all night. Looking back at that time now I felt everything from that moment on was happening in slow motion. We went to the U.S. Embassy where they took some information but said there was nothing they could do. All air space had been shut down, and that we should continue on with our tour. All my husband and I wanted to do was to get home. We did have to stay with the tour one more day, but they had a private car pick us up in Naples and take us back to Rome. It was frustrating. Every day we had to be at the airport for 5:00 A.M. to see if air space was available. This went on for days. Near the end I felt I was going to have a breakdown. We did not get back home until September 16th. I remember flying into Newark Airport and you could see the smoke from where the Twin Towers used to be. That image will stay with me for the rest of my life. We have not been back to Italy. Daily News Article TWO DEGREES, NO SEPARATION By CARRIE MELAGO DAILY NEWS WRITER Thursday, May 29th 2003, 1:01AM Ever since meeting in a Hunter College oceanography class in 1984, Anthony and Patricia Fallone, who married five years later, had struggled and sacrificed to finish their undergraduate degrees. But a few months shy of finally earning his bachelor's in economics after years of night classes, Anthony Fallone, 39, was killed at his desk at Cantor Fitzgerald in the World Trade Center on Sept. 11, 2001. The college sweethearts still graduated together yesterday at Hunter College's commencement ceremony at Radio City Music Hall. Patricia Fallone had completed her bachelor's in economics. Hunter awarded Anthony Fallone's degree posthumously. "He kept saying, 'Someday, someday.' He was that close," said Patricia Fallone, pinching her thumb and forefinger together. After marrying, the Fallones put college on hold while Anthony pursued a career in financial services and the couple reared four children. While working as a broker, he squeezed in night classes and would have graduated in December 2001. "I'm sure he's smiling at the irony of it all," said Patricia, 37, of Roosevelt Island. "It took his death for him to accomplish this." Hunter College learned of the couple's saga last semester. "Anthony's memory will live forever at Hunter, inspiring other students to overcome obstacles and reach their goal of a college degree," said Hunter College President Jennifer Raab. On stage with other special graduates, Patricia alternately beamed and wiped away tears. "He would have got a kick that I was center stage," she said."