I wish I’d known her; she has a wonderful smile.
Her name was Kathleen, “Kit,” Faragher.
Her pictures show a very attractive woman---not conventionally beautiful, but dark-haired, dark-eyed, with a strong chin and glowing complexion, her expression radiating humor and confidence. When you look at her, you just want to smile back. It’s a face like a sunrise.
Yes, we know, all too well, that the camera can lie, that pictures can mislead, but, in Kit’s case, it was telling the truth for once; she really did seem to have been the smiling, sunrise-happy woman you see in her photo. Mark Evans, an organizer for the Gender-Blender Co-ed Frisbee Tournament which Kit participated in said she inspired everyone with her verve and energy. Her sister Beth said that people liked being with Kit, that she was “Good people.” Her best friend, Emily, said Kit loved man and beast with an open heart and mind, and treated everyone with respect, love and kindness---even when she was mad at them!
Kit grew up in Russell Township, Ohio. Her parents were William and Beverly Faragher. She had two brothers, William and Jim, and two sisters, Mary Waterman and Beth Faragher. A nice, big family!
She attended West Geauga High School, but spent her senior year at Boca Raton, Florida High School. She graduated from Florida Atlantic University with degrees in business and computer information systems. Not just attractive, but smart, too!
She became a computer programmer for the Janus Capital Corporation, in Denver. She had a boyfriend who went by the nic, Mojo and who wanted to make Kit Mrs. Mojo. She went on hikes with her sisters and nieces and cooked s’mores for them. She played Frisbee in the Gender-Blender Tourney.
On September 11, 9/11, she was attending a technology conference in the North Tower of the World Trade Center---the 106th Floor, same floor as the famous Windows on the World restaurant. It sounds as if there were a number of conferences going on there that morning. People were probably eating breakfast, drinking coffee, preparing themselves for the meetings ahead. Some of them were probably milling around, chatting; maybe they were getting bored, maybe eager to get down to business. And Kit was one of them, one of those bored, busy or chatty conference-goers. Whatever was happening, she sounds like the sort of person who would have found something to enjoy in it.
Then Flight Number 11, a passenger plane turned into a missile, slammed into the North Tower. The sun set. Kit’s smile vanished, never to be seen again, except in photos and memories.
And the questions you want to ask, but you can’t, because there simply is no answer, and you’ll go crazy if you start: Why her? Why Kit, with her vibrant spirit, who was so good to everyone? Why did she have to be there, at that conference, on that particular day? Why didn’t she play hooky? Why couldn’t she have been on a lower floor? She might have escaped! Why didn’t they just cancel the blasted conference, give everyone a day off! But you go crazy if you start asking questions like that, because really, there is no answer, and only fools try to find one.
It’s silly, but I take some comfort in the fact that the Gender Blender co-ed Frisbee tournament in Fergus, Ontario, gave a special award, “The Kit Faragher Spirit Award”, for the team that most embodied Kit’s spirit. I like it that she’s memorialized, not in cold stone but in a game played under the bright sky by laughing men and women. Eat some tasty, messy treat, like s’mores, in her honor today. Take a hike. Enjoy the sun, laugh at something, try to love with an open heart and mind---or at least respect, if you can’t love! Do it for Kit.
She had a wonderful smile. I wish I could have known her. I can’t write anymore. I’m crying.
(You can read about Kit at inmemoriamonline
. Also, September11victims
.) These tributes to victims of the attacks on 9/11 are a part of the 2996 project.