Way back in 2006, for the 5th anniversary of the 9/11 attacks, bloggers across the world signed up for a tribute to those we lost. We were each assigned the name of someone who perished that day. I received the name of Stephen Mulderry.
Every 9/11, I sit and reflect on where I was, what I was doing, and what happened that day. I watch documentaries about the day and keep some Kleenex nearby. I will never forget.
Before I start my tribute, I’d like to thank DC Roe for getting this started and for all of his hard work. I’d like to thank all the bloggers taking part and all the people who have helped DC Roe finalize this tribute. It’s huge, it’s moving and I’m honored to be a part of it. 2,996 people died on 9/11/01. People like Stephen. Don’t forget. I know I won’t.
This post is dedicated to the life of Stephen V Mulderry who was on the 89th floor of the World Trade Center when it was hit by a plane. All of the information I’ve gained is from obituaries and online websites dedicated to the victims of September 11.
The impression I got from everything I read, was one of happiness, family, love, and generosity. It seems he was generous with his time and love and he loved to help people. I can’t say that I knew him. But I can say I’ve known people like him and I wish I had known him. People who take up the whole room when they enter. Their energy and magnetism just light up the room. There’s no mistaking the charismatic look in his eye in the pictures I’ve seen of him.
When I look at the picture of him, I envision a tall, lanky, happy man who is secure in himself and in the world he has immersed himself in. I see passion and strength. I see happiness and love. I feel a warmth spread from my heart, at the same time as feeling incredible sadness that the world lost someone like him.
Everything I’ve read on the internet has given me the impression that the man never rested. He was always doing something for someone. He was always working at something that he loved, like being a top equity trader and a vice president of the employee-owned investment banking and brokerage firm, Keefe, Bruyette, and Woods. Even in high school and college, Stephen did for others. He worked as a counselor and mentor at Project Strive, in Albany, an after-school and summer program for grammar school students.
Stephen Vincent William Mulderry was born on May 4, 1968, in Albany, NY. Stephen had seven siblings, Amy, Andrew, Daniel, Peter, Anne Connel, Alexandra Andreani, Bill, and Dara. Stephen’s parents were Anne and Bill Mulderry. Stephen attended Bishop Maginn Diocesan High School. After graduation, he attended the University of Albany.
Stephen moved to New York City after graduating from college, to pursue his career. When he first moved to the City, he was delivering chocolate milk to bodegas and he was a bartender. It’s been said that he poured energy into everything he did. Whether it be work, family, or basketball. He loved playing basketball and played it throughout college, where he led the team as point guard for three seasons.
Stephen’s nickname on the basketball court (and probably other places) was Zipper. I’d say this was because of his speed and agility on the basketball court. While playing basketball in the city leagues, he was voted Most Valuable Player during the Lower East Side Hamilton Fish tournament.
Everything I read also told me that he was a gifted musician, singer, and dancer. People have said he had a quick and kind wit. He was uninhibited with his appreciation of other people’s talents. In one of the many pages, I’ve read, his brother, Andrew, had this to say: “He loved basketball, but he had four passions: friends, family, work, and basketball. He was an incredible source of love and support for me. Even in the midst of this horrible circumstance, I feel nothing but blessed for the older brother I have.”
What an incredible source of light and memory we have. Stephen Mulderry, I pray that you are resting in peace. Know that we remember you and what you did while you were with us on earth.
To the Mulderry family, I am incredibly sorry for your loss. I am also very humbled and grateful that I was able to write this memorial for your son, brother, friend, and loved one. May you find joy and happiness as you continue to remember the wonderful person that Stephen was.