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She was born on Oct. 11, a month too late to get a blurry glimpse of her father. Grace, she was called.
When Patrick W. Danahy and his wife, Mary, had discussed girls' names, she suggested Grace. He was hesitant. But Grace is the patron saint of motorcyclists, she told him. (No, really. Look it up.) "It'll have to be," he said. "She'll look out for me when I go out riding."
Mr. Danahy loved motorcycles, and cars. (He bought himself an old Porsche for his last birthday, his 35th.) And mountain bikes. (He did a couple of 100-mile bikeathons.) "He seized any sunny day," his wife said. "He wouldn't waste it inside."
But "his girls were his life," she said - before Grace, a 2-year-old and a 3-year-old. He did a weekly countdown with the oldest, saying on Sunday nights, "Five days to go," and on Mondays, "Four," till he would be home with them. He would often get up at 4:30 to go to a gym. And later, from the 90th floor of 2 World Trade Center - he was vice president for investor services at Fiduciary Trust - he would call and say, "How are my girls doing?"
He called and talked to them at 8:30 a.m. on Sept. 11, hanging up just before the first plane hit - and with no bikers' saint to protect him.
New York Times Portraits of Grief
She was born on Oct. 11, a month too late to get a blurry glimpse of her father. Grace, she was called.
When Patrick W. Danahy and his wife, Mary, had discussed girls' names, she suggested Grace. He was hesitant. But Grace is the patron saint of motorcyclists, she told him. (No, really. Look it up.) "It'll have to be," he said. "She'll look out for me when I go out riding."
Mr. Danahy loved motorcycles, and cars. (He bought himself an old Porsche for his last birthday, his 35th.) And mountain bikes. (He did a couple of 100-mile bikeathons.) "He seized any sunny day," his wife said. "He wouldn't waste it inside."
But "his girls were his life," she said — before Grace, a 2-year-old and a 3-year-old. He did a weekly countdown with the oldest, saying on Sunday nights, "Five days to go," and on Mondays, "Four," till he would be home with them. He would often get up at 4:30 to go to a gym. And later, from the 90th floor of 2 World Trade Center — he was vice president for investor services at Fiduciary Trust — he would call and say, "How are my girls doing?"
He called and talked to them at 8:30 a.m. on Sept. 11, hanging up just before the first plane hit — and with no bikers' saint to protect him.
Patrick Danahy
Pat and I were not best friends, our younger brothers were and our Mother's were very good friends, we lived 100 feet from each other, but we spent time together and I guess I thought of him as the older brother I didn't have. We went to Maloney Bros basketball camp together and rode BMX bikes often. I recall a time that Pat swung by my house in his gold VW bug and said "get in were going to see Elvis Costello at the Palladium" of course I did, we got there and it was sold out, so we just drove home and talked the entire way. We then both lived in Dobbs Ferry early in each of our marriages, we would run into each other at the Grand Union, he would see me first and crash his shopping cart into mine, he even drove a shopping cart fast. One of the things I remember about Pat was what a calming presence he always had when you were around him. I miss him.
Posted by Jim Annicchiarico
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