Stephanie (7/25/56 - 9/11/01)
Mother
Stephanie McKenna was born in the Bronx on July 25, 1956, and her family moved to Staten Island when she was six years old. From a very early age, Stephanie was an avid reader of science fiction. Not one to follow the crowd, she always had unique interests such as a love for Star Trek. While most other girls her age were playing with Barbie dolls, she was a die-hard “Trekkie.” She also enjoyed dance and theater, performing in many school plays and dance recitals in her youth. Stephanie was a graduate of New Dorp High School and later attended the College of Staten Island. She set out to be a career woman, making the daily commute to the Big Apple and looking to conquer the accounting world. Much like her mother, Agnes, Stephanie was incredibly strong-willed and a force to be reckoned with. Her determination knew no limits, as she attained goal after goal and achieved everything she set out to. In 1990, she had a son, Brian, and he immediately became her world. She raised him as a single mother (with help from her parents and sister), and he was her pride and joy. Every mother-son relationship is special in its own way, but Stephanie and Brian were especially close. She adopted her son’s love for basketball, so much so that when she wasn’t watching him play, she would watch games on TV with him or buy tickets to Knicks games so they could go together. However, nothing could compare to the love they shared for Disney World. The McKenna family went on numerous trips there, and when the rest of the family couldn’t go, Stephanie would make sure that she and Brian got there, just the two of them. She would eventually begin working in the accounting department at Marsh McLennan. This job was quite literally taking her to new heights, as she would be working on the 94th floor of Tower 1 at the World Trade Center. Tragically, though, and like so many others, Stephanie lost her life during the September 11th terrorist attacks. The McKenna Foundation serves to keep her legacy and memory alive for those who were lucky enough to know her, and for the younger generation who sadly were not. Gone, but never forgotten.