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Astrid joined Marsh & McLennan in 1996 as a Project Manager where she excelled in the computer field. Her eagerness to succeed was evident; she did what was necessary to complete projects. She consistently strove to achieve excellence; she was not satisfied with mediocrity. Her superiors recognized her qualities and talents and promoted her to Assistant Vice President in her department after three years.
Astrid was born on September 25, 1968 in Georgetown Guyana. She and her family immigrated to the United States where she lived in Brooklyn, New York, Hazlet, New Jersey, and lastly Freehold, New Jersey. She lived in Freehold with her fiancé. Marriage plans were being discussed at the end of August 2001.
Astrid developed to be a kind, vibrant, exuberant and energetic person. She enjoyed helping others, she loved to solve issues. Whenever a problem or task existed, Astrid instantly reacted to solve them. She gave her opinion and she followed through if you allowed her. She believed in the cause to live your life freely and justly. She was also very thoughtful. She did not hesitate to volunteer her time when she felt you needed it and she did special little things to show that she’s thinking of you, like sending a greeting card just to say “Hello, I’m thinking of you.”
Her pastimes included shopping, sports, dining, movies, travel, theatrical plays and social gathering among family and friends. Like herself, she only purchased quality items; she had to have the best. She loved tennis and made it a point to attend the US Open every year. She enjoyed family gatherings; she initiated the writing of the family tree. She did not allow long time lapses with close family and friends; she made that call to stay in contact.
The sky was the limit for Astrid. She will be deeply missed. She is survived by her parents, Barbara and Clive Sohan; her grandparents, Albert & Clarice Hing; four aunts, three uncles and a multitude of cousins.
I think of you all the time and will continue to do so. My son (now 10) asked me about 9/11 the other day and if I knew of anyone who passed. I know when I tell my boys of you, it will be just like the tribute posted here.
God Bless you Astrid Elizabeth. I think of you often and miss you every day. God Bless you the Sohan Family. God Bless America....
Clive & Barbara, I don't know if you remember me but I remember going to your house and you making those snacks for us. you used to fry them in oil and it was so delicious. Thats my fondest memory of spending time at your house with your beautiful daughter.
Lots of love and hugs,
I miss you so much Astrid, I will never forget you and i will always keep you close in my heart.
Clive & Barb: I hope all is as well as can be. I miss her so much
PS Joe is now almost 16 and Astrid, you would just lovehim. He is a great kid
I know you're watching over your dad these days with his surgery last week. But I also know you've been guiding some things with me too. I know you saw your Mikey & I standing together at the ceremony yesterday. We were there for your mom & dad because your mom couldn't be. Watch over Mikey Astrid, he's having a rough time. He misses you & Greg so much. Like he said thanks for helping us find each other.
He's got a great girl in his life, she was there with him yesterday & I know that's makes such a difference in his life.
I wish I would have known in life, but thanks to your dad & Mikey I feel like I do.
Love & prayers, Joyce
How have you been? Missing you so much these days. Are your ears ringing from me talking about you all the time? You and Greg probably can't keep a conversation going with the way I keep bringing you guys up. LOL!
I met Joyce on the survivor's network. Thanks for sending her my way.
I love you!
Oh yeah, I can't believ you told Anita!!! I thought we were going to keep that a secret!
I was living in Ohio on 9/11, feeling so far away from family and friends at such a tragic time. I remember hearing from friends that you were working in the Towers and were among the missing. Even though I knew you only a brief time, I clearly remember hanging out with you after work in the Pizza Hut in New Brunswick with Jeff Menzies & Co. You were always so upbeat and enjoyable to be around. I'm glad I've had the pleasure of being a part of your life.
I am looking at you now in a photo from our trip to New Orleans. I think we had just finished lunch at NOLA. You have this huge smile on your face and you are wearing your favorite outfit. You look radiant and happy. Over dinner at Crown Palace, we both said this particular photo was our favorite.
I remember you then as I do now.
I couldn't believe it when I heard your name and saw a picture of your parents in the newspaper. I remember you from the first grade. We were also together in Mrs. Krenn's and Mrs. Dowdy's class until I moved away. I remember when we went to the movies in Brooklyn when my mom took us to see "Voyage to the center of the earth"; I remember the day we did our first communion. In fact, I have a picture of you, Theresa and Nancy, all in white dresses(I believe we were in Mrs. Dowdy's class) and also our first grade class picture.
I know you are in a better place looking down on us right now. I want you to know I have fought in the war against terror so that those of us who remain behind, including my wife and 3 daughters, will not have to endure such a loss ever again. I will probably go back over again soon to join my brothers and sisters in arms to continue fighting for freedom.
God Bless you and your family.
We came home to Massachusetts and found this site and were struck by how much Astrid loved life, and how much people loved her. As we read, we saw a bit of her in each of us. There is nothing we can do or say to make the sadness better for those who knew her, but we hope you know that by reading about her, and by getting to know her through your memories and stories, we have come to love her and admire her love of life (and shopping).
The human spirit is truly an amazing thing when you consider that it has been four years since that day. And yet, Astrid lives on and continues to touch others, including a family of four she never met from Massachusetts.
We made a contribution to the American Red Cross' Hurricane Katrina Fund, in Astrid's name, knowing that Astrid would have given her own money or time to help others in need.
Any 9/11 anniversary gives us pause to think about who we are as people, and who we are collectively, as a Nation. From now on, on September 11th, the Millin family will also remember who Astrid Sohan was and help her spirit and memory live on.
Astrid and I were friends for a couple of years in High School. We didn't go to the same school...in fact, I don't remember how we met (I'm ashamed to say), I believe it was through a mutual friend. But we only lived a mile or so apart (she in Hazlet, and I in Aberdeen). I remember I used to cut through the "A Section" in Strathmore on my bicycle to get to her house. I remember hanging out at her house listening to records (I believe there was shag carpeting in the living room???). I am pretty sure her mom Barbara hemmed my Senior Prom dress for me!
I'm 2 years older than Astrid, so I graduated first. We lost touch when I went off to college in Delaware in September, 1984, and I regret that to this day. She was such a great and vibrant person to be around. In fact, just the other day I was looking at a picture I have of her...standing there with her arms flung up in the air as if to say..."Here I am! Take my picture!" She was always larger than life...
I trail off here because I'm having trouble wrapping my brain around the fact that she's really gone. I found this site because I put her name into a search engine...hoping to possibly reconnect.
Mr. and Mrs. Sohan...you have my deepest sympathies and heartfelt condolences. I'm so sorry this happened to one of the sweetest girls I ever knew.
When she was promoted to E-mail Administrator, we often worked together, since I was still in the Help Desk, and I would go to her for 2nd-level support. During these times, she would often give me opportunities to learn more about the tasks on the administrative level. She was, in fact, instrumental in my promotion to LAN Administrator, and I will never forget that. It was at that time that Astrid and I became “cubicle neighbors.” We shared the same taste in music (most of the time), and got along great. She had a great sense of humor, and there was the occasional crumpled up piece of paper thrown over the wall to each other. She loved the Noodle Place in town, and about four or five of us would go there a few times a week. They were some great times, and I will miss her very much.
She left to work at MMC, and I left to work somewhere else, but we kept in touch over the years. We would often bounce technical questions off of each other, and I did some ghost-writing for her a few times. The day of the attacks, I sent her a few E-mail messages just to see how scary it must have been to be “so close to all of that mess.” The fact that she perished in that rubble was the last thing on my mind, and I felt like the wind was knocked out of me when a coworker of hers was kind enough to reply to my message to let me know what had happened to this wonderful person.
Now, the third anniversary is a week away. Several television stations are airing retrospective shows on the tragedy, and I am again reminded of what a great person she was. My thoughts go out to her family and, although I met them only once (at her memorial service), I continue to pray for them.
Barbara and Clive, Astrid was a wonderful person, and I count myself as blessed to have been afforded the chance to work with her, and call her my friend. Thank you and God bless.
From all her family in Toronto,Canada especially
I know there will be alot of attention paid today and over the next few days around people we've lost like you and many others - but then we'll all go back to the rush, the work, the commuting the traffic and the things that we let bug us daily, but when you really look back on them they are very un-important.
We allow ourselves to lose track of what is most important in life - Family and Friends - after losing you and this past March - Todd's heart attack (too many Guiness, Burgers and stress I guess :) I am trying to make sure that I keep life in perspective ... so take heart in the fact that having you pinned up there on my wall, among the clutter, or occasionally coming across the blue pleated skirt in my closet that I borrowed and didn't return :).... help me everyday appreciate what I have and where I'm going with my life
Thanks for always being there for me, love you and I miss you.
It's taken me a while to write something to you but, look, I finally got around to it. Heck, if it was you, you'd have it in draft mode anyway and have me re-write it for you. Though I know if you had the choice, this would be in purple ink.
I was speaking to Mikey today and asked him if you guys would have ever thought you would get this much notoriety and how you would have felt about it - your face is going to be etched in stone, your name is in tons of memorials, and your name is searchable on the web! I think you would have liked it - providing, of course, that you looked good and that they spelled your name correctly.
You know what's funny? I can still hear your voice in my head calling my name - asking my opinion on something or other. I remember the last time you came to my desk on the 97th floor and you sat there in my cube seeking some pearl of wisdom from me. I remember when we first met - and how quickly I took to you - I thought you a kindred spirit - though I must admit I never had that fanatical nature about my shoe collection. I loved your spunk, your sense of humor and how openly we could talk to one another - we were Libras - born one day apart - yes, I was a year older. You never would let me forget.
Did you know that we celebrate your birthday every year with Chinese food for dinner and huge slab of chocolate cake? I even added the personal touch of buying shoes for myself, in your memory. The first year, I bought Cole Haans and went for the big bucks just cause I knew how thrilled you would be. I got a little more modest the following year but I have not succumbed to PayLess just yet - I know that would thoroughly disgust you. After dinner, we've gone down to Ground Zero.
I had a baby this year - another boy. I remember you telling me how I had to have a girl so you can be an aunt that could spoil her with more fashion sense than I had. Sorry to disappoint you, kiddo - it's another male in the rat race.
I'm not going to wax poetic about how wonderful you are, you know that already and tons of people on all these websites have already expounded on all your glories - I'm sure its already gone to your head. I just wanted you to know that I miss you terribly - I miss your laughter, your smile, your sarcasm, just talking. I think of you all the time - about how you are now, what you would've said, all the lunches that we shared. And I talk to the stars at night thinking you'll hear me and maybe, you'll find some way to answer me back.
So finally, two years later, I still wish for you all that's purple, all that's chocolate and all that's fashionable. May it always be on sale, clearance or the bargain of a century.
You're always in my heart, kiddo.
A little after 10 a.m., I got a phone call in my office from my sister in New Jersey. She happened to be watching on CNN the reading of the 9-11 victims’ names and couldn’t believe it when she heard the following name: Astrid E. Sohan.
I quickly did a search on the internet for Astrid’s name and was just devastated by what I saw…yes, Astrid E. Sohan, 32, child of Clive and Barbara Sohan, WTC….
You see, Astrid and I met in the first grade. Holy Cross School in Brooklyn. 1974. She was the sweet, talkative, friendly girl. And she and I became best friends. I smile when I think about the fact that she was the first girl in the first grade to have a “boyfriend.” Because my father’s job required my family to move a lot, Astrid and I were together in Brooklyn only till 1976. The wonder of it all is that Astrid always maintained a connection with me, well into our adulthood. I say it that way…that Astrid maintained the connection…because more often than not it was she who wrote the letter first, sent the birthday or holiday card that would get us started again, made a phone call to my parents’ house to find my most current phone number…just to find me and to keep in touch. She was always better about that than I.
The last time we connected, Astrid had once again found me through my mom. We talked on the phone a bit, she had told me about what was going on with her…she was upbeat, determined, and talking a mile a minute.
That was about 7 years ago. Since 1976, Astrid and I would go through periods of time without at contact but would pick things up where we left off once we found each other again. Seven years is probably the longest we’ve gone without contact.
Last night, I spoke to Astrid’s mom Barbara on the phone. She had been to Ground Zero yesterday. We talked about Astrid, what had been going on in her life, the messages she relayed to a friend via beeper on that day while she was on the 95th floor with several other colleagues. She told me about the tribute page for Astrid that her company had established on the web. In reading the comments made by her friends, family and co-workers and in listening to Barbara describe how Astrid’s life had been at that precise moment on September 11, 2001, I realize that Astrid’s life was (as Barb had said tenderly in our phone conversation) “…happy, happy, happy.” For those who know the Sohans, you hear those words with the gentle accent of Guyana where Astrid was born. “Happy, happy, happy.” Astrid was engaged to be married, had become an assistant VP at her company, and loved her job. Approximately this time last year, Clive and Barb were about to renew their wedding vows after 35 years of marriage and according to Barb, Astrid was going to march down the aisle with them. Astrid was with her family the Sunday before 9-11—Barb’s sister had arrived from England for the ceremony and they had gone out for dim sum.
I didn’t quite realize it till yesterday that I have quite a few photographs with Astrid that span a big chunk of my life. Among them, a photo of Ms. Balducci’s first grade class. Astrid and I in white dresses with our arms around each other on the day of our first communion. A birthday party where she’s helping me blow out candles on a cake. The two of us in ridiculous attire from the eighties and lots of cheesy makeup. A photo of her during my wedding in 1991.
There were so many things that pulled at my heart while I spoke to Barbara on the phone last night. One that hit particularly hard was the sadness in her voice when she said that Astrid did not even have a fighting chance to get out of that building. Astrid had so much feist and fight, even as a little girl.
I’m struck by the peculiar and sad irony of finding out about my friend Astrid on the one-year anniversary of 9-11. I am surprised that in looking at all the news coverage since 9-11, I never saw a single thing that mentioned her name. I’ve been grieving for a day. Barb, Clive, Astrid’s fiancé, family, her friends, and co-workers have been grieving for a year. I can’t describe to you the profound mixture of emotions in Barb’s voice over the phone.
I’m sharing this with all of you today because I believe that we are all grieving in our own ways. Yesterday, I had an immense number of thoughts that ran through my mind and heart about Astrid which started out as “If only I had….” I don’t think she would have wanted that at all.
So there is one thing I can do for Astrid and for myself as well in all this sadness…
I ask each of you, if you have a friend or family member who’s been directly or indirectly affected by 9-11, think of him or her and reach out in some way, whatever way you can. If you’re not in a position to talk to them or hug them, dedicate a personal moment or a prayer or a wish with them in mind. Think of them and feel them in your heart.
If you have had friends or family whom you haven’t seen or contacted in a while—because of time, distance, life, whatever the reasons may be—remember them. Simply remember them. Perhaps you will be moved to be the first to send the card, make the phone call, knock on a door. Give love and friendship and grace a fighting chance.
I think Astrid would have liked that.
Reading what other people wrote about you makes me realize the depth of this tragedy. You were a multi faceted individual, you were special to so many people. You were taken away from so many that loved you so dearly. And although I didn't know you, your picture and story makes my deep feeling of loss all the more tangible.
I will remember you.
When I first met Astrid, I couldn’t quite make up my mind about her. She was truly unique. The Astrid I knew was a strong, opinionated, honest, and passionate woman. I worked on the Help Desk, while she was the E-mail administrator. I talked to her on the phone just about every day of the nearly 2 years I was there, and it was a good working relationship. I also saw her and got to spend some time with her on the many ‘Thursday Pay-day’ parties we would have at Pizza Hut and many other colorful locations in New Brunswick after work. She was just fun to be around and talk to. She used to have this little nickname for me that really annoyed me at first, but when I look back it’s some of the fondest memories I have of her. She had this gift of making you feel special, even important when she was around. I could be in a room full of people but when Astrid talked to me, and it seemed like the both of us were the only people there. I can’t say Astrid and I were the best of friends, but I certainly counted her as a friend, and a person that made a profound difference in my life.
My heart goes out to Clive and Barbara. Though I have never met either of you I feel connected somehow. I am an only child myself, raised by a single parent. I was in a near fatal accident years ago. I was in a coma and nearly lost my life. My mother was alone dealing with the pain of losing me, her only child. That was nearly 10 years ago and we still get emotional when we relive that time. Grief is something you can never really overcome. You can only really find peace, and be comforted with knowing that she will always be with you. I’m sure she has dropped by to visit me from time to time. I feel I got a message from her the morning after I found out. I believe she let me know she was OK, and I feel comfort in that knowledge. Many times when I think of her and the memories I have, I can feel her there. I’m sure you have that feeling too.
Good luck and God bless to the Sohan family. Please know that even though one of your own has passed, you are never apart. The love you share will always keep you together.
Steven N. Sanna
Because I know you'll be wearing the most beautiful outfit in the place!
Be at peace, my friend.
Thanks for being our daughter for almost 33 years but most of all thanks for being our friend.
We will miss you in our hearts forever. We love you and will always love you.
Look over us and help us on our daily journey.
So long our ANGEL until we meet again.
Mom and Dad June 14 2002
But above it all, Astrid was my dear friend. We shared many secrets with each other and turned to each other for advice. We shared a crazy sense of humor with a touch of naughtiness. She was one of the few that was able to make the realization that if Greg (Reda) was my best friend for all of those years he couldn't POSSIBLY be all that innocent! Hehehe, sorry Greg!
I remember how giving and thoughtful she always was. She would go out of her ways for her friends and even for her friends' friends if she new about them. She was always so caring and loving. A very "touchy-feely" type of person (just like me), she wasn't afraid of letting you "in" or of being close. Astrid was one of the reasons I looked forward to going to work each morning. I always looked forward to our first glimpse of each other, where she would smile so much her eyes would disappear and she would bellow "Mikeyyyyyyyyyyyy!"
Astrid was part of our daily lunch group (of which only three of the seven remain). We would always have so much fun walking out and trying to decide what we were going to have for lunch that day. She and I were fond of "Far Chinese".
She and I were also part of the NJ recriutment squad. She clamied responsibility for my wanting to make the move to NJ (despite the fact that my entire immediate family lives out there)in defiance of Greg who was proud of getting Anita (Chung) to move out to Long Island. Now Anita and I are moved into our LI/NJ homes but neither one of us has Astrid or Greg to be our welcoming commity. Astrid was counting the days until the Wegman's opened up on Route 9 in NJ. She used to always say "Mikey, I can't wait to have you and Maria out in NJ with us. We're going to go shop at Wegman's. You'll LOVE IT, dude!" She was even friends with my wife Maria and was planning on taking her out shopping often, whether I liked it or not.
Astrid and Marc had invited my wife and I to her home a few times but we could never make it over due to conflicts. I used to reassure her, "Dont worry, soon we'll be out there and we'll see each other all the time!" Well, I dont have to tell you how that story ends. Maria and I will still keep in touch with Marc and Astrid's parents but the world will never be the same now that she's gone. My wife has one of Astrid's Coach bags. I look at it and touch it trying to remember what it was like to have my arm around my buddy Astrid. My hand feels hopelessly and eternally empty.
I miss you Astrid.
Everyday I imagine what you were all going through on that terrible day. The only comfort I have is that you & Greg were together, you weren’t just co-workers but friends. I pray to you and the rest of the lunch crew everyday. I look up at the stars & moon & know that we are still under the same sky. Watch over us and help us along the way. Until we meet again.....
During the years we shared many hopes, dreams, and also disappointments. She was ALWAYS there for me and I miss that every day.
When my son James was born, Astrid was the first to visit us in the hospital. Astrid was an amazing, one of a kind--FRIEND.
I think of her every day and pray for her parents, Barbara and Clive.
Astrid will always be in my heart.
I'm missing our talks, our crab lunches, our movie day out and just her presence. She had a strong, vibrant personality. She had no inhibitions expressing herself, good or bad to the recipient.
She was generous with her time, she wanted to help. She was also generous with her possessions, just visit my house.
I'm glad that she lived her life the way SHE wanted.
Her aunt, kim.