I remember the life of Rosemarie C. Carlson.
I am honored to be a part of This tribute to the victims of September 11th
I was randomly assigned a victim to memorialize and imagine my surprise to find out that, like me, she was a forty-year-old mother.
This is Rosemarie C. Carlson.
We know that Rosemarie Carlson was a mother, a sister, a best friend, a daughter. We also know she was a,
Lived in Brooklyn
She had fair skin
Was a mother of six, ages five to twenty
Home schooled all of her children (can you imagine the dedication??)
Wore a silver necklace with blue stones, and a matching ring
Worked in the International Office Center and had only gone back to work there on September 7, 2001.
She died in the World Trade Center – Tower One – 79th Floor on September 11, 2001.
But what we don’t know is a lot.
Just like when Kennedy was assasinated, the question “where were you on 9/11?” will always bring to mind an instant snapshot of our lives the moment before they would be forever changed.
I woke up early that morning to the sound of the phone ringing and ringing. My boyfriend, now husband, reached for it and after a few unintelligable grunts of “whaa? huh?” he grabbed for the remote and switched the television on. We were assaulted with the images of the first tower burning and newscasters in a panic describing all they knew so far. Before we could get our bearings, the second tower was hit. And we continued to watch in horror both towers collapse as we cried and held onto each other. Fortunately we were safe.
In New York, at 9:40 a.m., Evita Ortiz, the eldest daughter of six children got a call from her mom, Rosemarie, after the building she was in had been hit. “She said she was waiting in her office and they were going to come and get them,” Evita said, crying. “She said, `I love you.’ ”
At 10 a.m., Rosemarie’s best friend, Linda Antretter, called her to see what happened. Linda recalls how even then, Rosemarie was always thinking of others.
“She was waiting for rescue, and she was pretty calm,” Linda said. “My mom has been sick, and she asked me twice how my mom was doing. I joked with her. I told her to meet a nice fireman. But at the end of the call, I started to hear fear. Her voice was trembling.”
I know she was loved. After the attack on the World Trade Center, Rosemarie’s brother, Marco Yurisak frantically went to every single hospital in New York looking for his sister. But he never found her.
Rosemarie clearly meant a lot to many people.
Rosemarie’s sister-in-law, Karen Sanchez, described her to Newsweek as, “a mommy to the core.”
On a 9/11 tribute board I found this message from Rosemarie’s daughter.
God…I miss her so much…i wanna thank everyone that posted on here…She was the most amazing person..her personality was one of a kind…she was my mom but also my friend…i could talk to her about almost anything…miss lttle littles thing like when she was mad..lol…scary …her hair..it was so soft..like spun gold…her eyes(hazel)…they would change color depending on her moood..she was the best mom..she was everything for me…
I love you. I miss u..
What else is there to say? Rest in peace, Rosemarie. Just in writing about you, you’ve touched my life.
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