I never had the honor of meeting Paul. His life was taken six years ago by cowards who murdered innocent, hard working individuals.
Paul did nothing to promote an agenda against the terrorist. He was just an ordinary man working to provide for his family. He was on the 105th floor of the North tower working that notorious morning.
Paul was a loving husband and father of two little girls who loved him dearly. His five year old daughter, Jessica, couldn't comprehend the news, “Maybe my daddy just broke his leg.”
Paul didn't have an easy life. His mother died when he was only 22 years old. His sister recalled how Paul was there for her during that horrendous time, "I really wasn't in the mood to go to my prom, but he encouraged me, bought me the dress, came home early from work to see me, and gave me spending money because he wanted me to try to be happy! I know it might sound silly since it was so long ago, but how many 22-year-olds do that for their sisters?"
Another sister, Kathy Healy, remembers how her brother's even temper got the family through a boat trip to Manhattan, when their 39-foot trawler ran out of gas and hit rough seas. "The refrigerator and the microwave fell over," she said. "He kept my husband calm."
He used to bicycle from his home in Farmingdale to Massapequa, arriving at her door on weekends."Since October, I have a pansy growing right on the doorstep, through the snow and everything," she said. "It stayed there. I always feel like it's a sign."
RIP Mr. Geier. We will never forget.
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