When I close my eyes, I see my brother, Steven, as a small child. Although we were years apart, Steven was such a joy to be with that we spent hours playing together. Steven would throw his little body against me in whatever game we could dream up – couch football, hallway basketball, kung-fu fighting, etc. Once, while Steven was riding on the cross-bar of my bicycle, he decided to swing his foot into the front wheel. As we were tossed headfirst into the air, I grabbed him and pulled him close to my chest to protect him. We flipped over, landing on our backs – Steven on my chest. For a split second we were quite, until Steven let out a burst of laughter, as if he wanted to do it again. While still lying in the street on our backs we made a pact not to tell. I don't know why this story is relevant to me. It could be because we were so physically and emotionally close, or because I was able to protect him for that instant. Steven's son, Frankie, shares Steven's incredibly joyful disposition. Steven was robbed of so many joys of Frankie and Frankie was robbed of Steven. Seeing what Steven left in Frankie is too painful for the thought to remain in one's mind very long. I only hope that Steven knew that I, and many others, will always be there to protect his son. Steven showed his courage during the '93 attack by helping a pregnant stranger slowly walk down the 100+ flights of stairs of the WTC. Steven, like so many others who were lost in the Twin Towers, was aware of the possibility of additional attacks. However, they were determined to face their lives like the hero's they were. I love you, Steven.

As I read your brother's touching memorial, I wept. We often talk of the spouses, children and parents of those lost. But there are so many others who've lost so much. As a youngest brother, I was moved at how much of a void your passing - and those of the other victims - will leave in this world.

When I read Andrews story of his brother, it brought tears to my eyes. I also have a brother that I am very close to. I don't know what I would do if anything were to ever happen to him. A year has now passed and I'm sure that he lives on through the life of his son. My thoughts and prayers to Steven's family and friends but most of all to his son.

bless! be happy in the paradise!

I never knew Steven or anyone else that has passed from this terrible act. It has been ten years now and there is a memorial in St. Louis at the Art Museum. 3,000 flags one for each life that was lost. I was taking pictures and the only close up pic I took was of Steven's flag. Later as I was looking at it I thought I knew nothing of this man so I looked him up. I pray that his family and friends are doing well. God be with you all!

R.I.P. Steven Strobert. :(

God bless Steven. I am a relative of him. He will always be with me and our family. Barbra and Frankie are doing fine, so just rest up there, honey. It's all fine down here. Just rest. You deserve it. In 1996 when the twin towers got bombed and you saved that woman, i knew you were a true hero. And you always will be. Never Forget 9/11.