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February 21, 2020

Even though it has been 10yrs since the Attacks of the WTC I remember My Friend Robert everyday. I wear a charm on a bracelet to remind me of the loss of Sweet Robert. I'm a Alumnus of the Class of 76 @ Wayne Hills High School. Robert you are missed!! Rest in Peace My Friend.

Posted by Patricia Labazzetta-Mastromonico

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Age:
43
Place of Residence:
New York, NY
Location on 9/11:
One WTC
Hobbies and Special Interests:
travel
skiing
theater
music
Biography:

When Michele Haobsh learned last year that she had breast cancer, she called Robert Deraney, her brother, and said: "What do I do?" He provided answers, finding an oncologist and surgeon and accompanying her to chemotherapy and radiation appointments. Long before she did, he joined Gilda's Club, for people with cancer and their families, and made an appointment for her and her family. "He got me through it," she said.

Mr. Deraney, 43, a financial consultant who graduated from Princeton and the Wharton School, was at a breakfast meeting at Windows on the World on Sept. 11.

He was the "high energy" family organizer, Mrs. Haobsh said. He planned the annual reunions of 70 relatives, ordering Lebanese food and creating a game - Who Wants to be a Famillionaire? - based on Deraney trivia.

His Upper West Side apartment was furnished with family antiques. He set an elegant table with china and silver for 35 and ended evenings by playing the piano. "He was," Mrs. Haobsh said, "pretty much perfect."