|Name:||Jonathan N. Cappello|
|Residence:||Garden City, NY, United States|
|Location:||World Trade Center, Tower 1, 105th floor|
What can I say about Jono that hasn’t been said…. I feel in love with him from the moment I met him. I know we were young, but his first words to me were “My father told my mother and now I’m telling you, I’m going to marry you”
That was Jono, he knew what he wanted and he went after it. I feel like the moment I accepted he was gone, my world collapsed. It’s so funny how 24 hours can change your life forever. 11PM on September 10th I was saying goodnight and I love you to my future. I never spoke to him again.
Jono was the most amazing person I knew. I know people say that when someone dies they become immortal, they never did any wrong and they were ‘angelic’ all the time. Jono was no saint, but he was my savior. He has the most wonderful family, which made everyone feel as if they were part of it. Jono, truly had this presence about him which made him stand out from the crowd. If you were sad, he lifted your spirits; if you were angry he instantly put you in a better mood. He never wanted anyone he loved even people he didn’t even know want to feel one ounce of pain. For many months after 9/11 I couldn’t sleep, I couldn’t eat, I couldn’t feel. I was numb. He carried me out of those times, he put a smile back on my face and made me realize that life is short. The only thing that matters is what you do here and now, not 10 years down the road. No one is going to care about or remember the list of financial accomplishments you have under your belt. It’s how you treat people now; the good, the bad, the rich, the poor, the handicapped, the deformed.
I know that Jono is also shining down on our troops and doing everything in his power to help protect them. He always said that he would without question fight for our country and he always thought New York City was the greatest place in the world.
I love him now as much as the day I met him. He owns a part of my heart and will continue to watch out for his family, my family and myself.
He will remain forever young.
If you're wondering why he was called 'Jono"? From Newsday.com, in this account of his memorial service, his personality seems to shine through in his family's words.
On His Birthday, Family Says Goodbye
September 27, 2001
For the Cappello family, Sept. 29 always has been a day of celebration, the day its youngest member, Jonathan Neff Cappello, was born.
This year, it is also the day his family will bid him a final goodbye, but there is no remorse, said his mother, Claudia.
"I truly believe he is telling me, 'I began my life, and I'm ending this part of life ,'" said Claudia Cappello. "I feel wonderful and blessed. It was a privilege to have been his parent."
While some continue to hold out hope, Claudia and Robert Cappello decided last week to hold a memorial service for their son who was lost in the World Trade Center attack.
Jonathan Cappello, 23, had just started training on the international bond desk at Cantor Fitzgerald after traveling the country in a Winne- bago and doing carpentry work.
Cappello, a graduate of Fairfield University in Connecticut, was a paradox, said his father, Robert Cappello. "Jon was as tough as they come, but as gentle and caring as they come," he said, describing his son as Frank Sinatra in a world of Vic Damones.
Earning the nickname "Jono" as a child - from his parents constantly screaming "Jon, no!" in response to his childhood mischief - Jon, said the Cappellos, was certainly no angel.
But the child who once lacquered the bathroom with red nail polish in anger, was the same child who always chose his handicapped neighbor first for the team in ball games and made sure a blind student sitting next to him in school always knew what was written on the blackboard.
He grew into a man who once gave a shoeless vagabond his brand new gym shoes and regularly took food from his mother's cabinet to give to the homeless.
"Jon found worth in everybody," said Claudia Cappello. The youngest of her three sons, Jon, she said, "had wisdom beyond his years."
From an early age, Jon had a remarkable understanding of life and spirituality. He carried a poem about God's love in his wallet since he was 12, told his mother long ago that he was not afraid to die, because when it's time to go, it's time to go, and kept every note she ever wrote to him wedged between the pages of his first Communion Bible.
"He didn't just drink at life, he gulped it down," said his close friend, Catherine Kelleher, in a letter to the Cappello family.
Jon Cappello sang off-key at the top of his lungs, loved all sports (but hated the Yankees) and found joy in music ranging from rock, to blues, to his favorite, Frank Sinatra.
He was "a Peter Pan who refused to grow up, yet would surprise you with his maturity," Kelleher wrote.
Jon charmed adults and children alike, leaving an impression on everyone he met. In the days since the tragedy, his parents have hosted a cornucopia of friends, co-workers and complete strangers who all want to share how Jon touched their lives.
"When Jon said, 'I love you,' he screamed it," Claudia Cappello said. "He wanted so much out of life, I don't know why. Maybe he just knew."
The Cappello Family has established the Jonathan Neff Cappello Memorial Fund, P.O. Box 7659, Garden City, N.Y. 11530, to provide financial assistance to a Garden City resident planning to attend Fairfield University.--Nedra Rhone(Newsday)
I found tributes on the web to him from someone who had known him long ago and had lost touch with himThursday, September 13, 2001
So you probably thinking just getting to the point Krackhead. Well, the point is John died three years ago in NYC along with many other people. Fortunately, Jono's family keeps his spirit alive and circulating by staying true to the kid. They gave out baseball hats - an article of clothing that John (Or me for that matter) always wore at a previous fundraiser. They talk about him and it makes me wish I knew him only to see if I was cool enough to hang out with him.
and I like to think that seeing that plaque by the Kashmiri Cypress
will lead future students to ask "Who was Jono?" in the years to come, and hear your story.
I continue to hold your family and friends, and especially Dana,who loved and continues to love you so much, in my prayers.