Remembering Ricknauth Jaggernauth
I’ve never met him. I don’t know anything more about him than what I’ve been able to find online. I don’t know if Ricknauth and I would have been friends, if we would have shared a laugh, shared a beer, shared an elevator or found a common ground on which to base a friendship. None of that matters to me however. On September 11th, 2001, Ricknauth Jaggernauth’s life was tragically taken by the horrific attacks of heinous terrorism as he worked to renovate offices on the 104th floor of the first World Trade Center tower.
I learned that he made his home in Brooklyn, NY, and made his livelihood as a construction worker in New York, NY. He was a husband, a father to five children and a grandfather to three children. He was remembered as a happy, loving, giving man.
If Ricknauth Jaggernauth’s body is ever recovered, his family plans to hold a traditional Hindu funeral for him, because that’s what he did for his own mother.
He has kind eyes.
Since receiving his name as my tribute, I’ve found his name and questions about his life popping in and out of my head on a daily basis. Curious how I can feel so personally involved with somebody I’ve never met and most likely wouldn’t have known about had I not signed up for the 2996 tribute.
I’m sincerely sorry for his death. I’m sure his family’s hearts are broken and re-broken every day when they tune in to the constant white noise of terrorism, needless wars, human suffering and tragedy.
May you rest in peace Mr. Jaggernauth. I remember you today and everyday following.