He seized souls, not letting go until he made them merry. He met a guy in a toy store and, moments later, the two were having a hula hoop contest. He insisted a concierge stop weeping over a bad breakup, then called her at 2:30 a.m. to make sure. He sweet-talked hostesses at four-star restaurants into producing tables for eight (and their phone numbers for dates) and persuaded a street masseur to let Mr. Horwitz give him a massage.
On September 11, 2001, 24 year old Aaron Horwitz was in the World Trade Center, Tower 1. He was an incredible young man. Full of life, he could light up a room. He was also unforgettable:
I have still not come to terms with never seeing Aaron again, having him make me laugh or spending time together either in NYC or Raquette Lake, his second home. For all that knew him, he has left behind only memories of happiness. Any time Michael Jackson comes on, or another of Aaron's classic songs by the all time greatest pit party thrower, I cannot help but feel a great loss. After the initial sadness, I am always left with a smile, cause that's all Aaron knew how to do, make people smile. He is missed everyday by his friends, brothers and parents. Aaron made the most of his time here and he would want us to do the same.
Aaron was one of 658 Cantor Fitzgerald employees who died that day. And there were so many more. As the years pass, the shock wears off. The horror of that day fades. That's why this tribute is so important. To remind us of our loss. Of who we lost, what we lost.
Rest in peace, Aaron. What a difference you made in such a short time, what a legacy you left behind: