Monday, September 11, 2006

Frederick C. Rimmele, III. Dr. & Naturalist

Exactly five years ago on 9/11/01 at 9:03AM United Airlines flight 175 flew into the southern side of the South Tower of the WTC and all onboard died on impact. One of those on board was Fred Rimmele, or the Ponytail Doctor as he was known to some of his patients.

What drew me so much to this victim who was obviously loved by all, was the "All American" aspect of it, if you will. What I mean is, that unlike some of the Police and Firefighters that may have had some sort of glamour to the way they died, many of the rest of the victims where regular folks that lived life respectfully in their own decent way. That is special. It is sometimes overlooked but it makes that point all the more important.

When that plane impacted the South Tower, it did not just kill 51 innocent Americans, it shattered the dreams of those that loved them. Each one as an individual had their whole life ahead of them, with dreams and plans of a future. Be it a family, be it professional but it was a future nonetheless. If you want to be able to relate a little of what it feels like to lose a loved one, just imagine what you have planned for this week. Now imagine if your week would be the same without that loved one. If that still doesn't impact you, now multiply what I said by a lifetime.

Frederick Rimmele was 32 when he died. He was from Marblehead, Mass. and was a doctor at Beverly Hospital in Beverly, Mass. he was extremely dedicated and even made after hours phone calls to his patients, he was also known for his sarcastic sense of humor. He loved the outdoors, and his hobbies included bird watching. . He is survived by his parents and by his wife, Kimberly Trudel. The family requests that memorials be made to the Nature Conservatory.

For those that don't know what 2996 stands for and/or haven't seen any memorials for the victims of 9/11, here is a link straight to the source of the creator of this great idea.


Blogger Dew said...

Fred was actually from New Jersey, not Marblehead, and died less than 50 miles from the small town that nurtured him and his younger sister, Karen, who survived him along with his loving parents and wife Kim.
All the online tributes in the world and the obituaries composed by strangers can't begin to capture the light that Fred was in the world. He was the most serious student who ever passed the medical boards, but he was also a big goofy kid and had the biggest heart of anyone you could ever hope to know. His absence from this world is but one of the great tragedies of 9/11, and his murder is all the more ironic because he was one of the most open-minded and tolerant people I ever knew, with rock solid values and integrity that shone like a beacon. Ironic because those very qualities of honor and tolerance were the ones most lacking in the cowardly acts that took his life and those of 2995 other innocent people that dark day.
R.I.P., Fred. You'll live in our hearts forever.

Wednesday, May 09, 2007 5:39:00 PM  

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