Tribute Page for Mark Rosenberg

Mark Rosenberg

Mark L. Rosenberg met his future wife, Jennifer, in 1995 on a seven-hour bus ride to Richmond, Va., for a Jewish youth program. He was trying to shine a flashlight on a book and turn the pages at the same time. She sat behind him, and finally offered to hold the flashlight. He gratefully accepted.

"I thought he was really cute," said Mrs. Rosenberg, who recalled being smitten by his green-blue eyes and smile.

Mr. Rosenberg, 26, a software developer for Marsh & McLennan, was no stranger to buses, or subways, for that matter. His friends called him "Mr. Public Transportation" because he favored mass transit over driving because of concern for the environment. His wife recalls him hailing a cab only three times during their courtship and marriage.

An avid cyclist, Mr. Rosenberg also used to ride from his home in Teaneck, N.J., over the George Washington Bridge and down to Central Park on Sunday mornings.

"He loved the city," his wife said. "He never wanted to go anywhere else."

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A shuir room in Yeshivat Ohr Yerushalayim - the Yeshiva where Mark studied in Israel - was dedicated in Marks memory.

See the article here: http://www.yoy.org.il/newsletter/article3.php

Ira, 3/2/2005 9:24:12 AM

Thank you so much for touching my life, Mark.

You have taught me so much, and now I will never be able to repay you.

You will never be forgotten.

Aryeh Bak

Aryeh Bak, 10/14/2004 4:50:16 PM

Dear Mark:

Today is February 23rd, 2004, but at times I still feel like it's that Tuesday again. I know we're going on to year 4 since that dreadful day, and yet, I still have difficulty making sound decisions about my life, my career, my future without the wisdom of an older brother.

This world is lonely without you -- I am lonely for you. No one can replace the void of my older brother of 3 1/2 years. And it eats away at my heart every day.

The picture of the 3 of us, (you, me and Harv), from your wedding day rests peacefully above my bed. I stare at it often, along with a panoramic show of Downtown Manhattan, The Towers still standing proud.

It seems like there will be reflective pools which will bear the name of the victims -- how I wish you didn't have to be one of them. But aren't there so many like me.

If there is anything you taught me which resonates in my ear, it's this -- never use the word HATE in a sentence...you "hated" that. You shared it was a very strong word and couldn't really convey the true emotion I feel.

Well, you know what -- I HATE that you're not with me. I HATE that I am turning the same age this year as how you left me -- 26! How am I to turn 26 without you turning 30? Please, tell me...

I struggle daily with this, but as I know, tears do little more than stain a shirt -- mascara included. Remember how I used to stain those button down shirts of yours...I am such a good crier.

Well, it's February 23rd -- you always knew my birthday was March 8th. I am sorry I ever doubted that.

I love you, dear brother...

I remember you every day - in my thoughts, my emotions, my actions and my prayers.

Peace be with you -

Your doting sister,

Sara

Sara Rosenberg, 2/23/2004 7:51:21 PM

I will never forget my cousin Mark's kindness, generosity, and warmth. Mark used to take care of me when he and I were both at camp together. He was a waiter and used to swing by and leave me little gifts like small boxes of cereal. He always was, and always will be, a role model for me. Mark we all miss you and your loss is tragic and profound for me, the rest of the family, and for this entire world.

Love,

Jordan

Jordan Rosenberg, 9/11/2003 9:48:45 PM

We miss you Sweet Mark. We hope our son Dovid Leib Mordechai who was born about 3 months ago who has your hebrew/jewish name will be as wonderful as you.

Stacey Trencher

stacey trencher, 9/11/2003 12:35:33 PM

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