Harry Goody, also called Chucky by his friends and family, worked for the New York State Department of Tax and Finance. According to information I’ve found, that would have put him in Tower 2 of the World Trade Center, somewhere on the 86th or 87th floor. Harry’s life was taken on September 11, 2001. He was 50.
Mr. Goody left behind a wife, Brenda, a daughter and 2 sons, as well as nieces, nephews, his sister Nadine and a good friend Leonard. Many others I’m sure. He was loved by his friends and family.
He often rode his bicycle from Coney Island out to Prospect Park, a Saturday ritual. He also loved science fiction, an addiction his children called it, spending hours watching the Sci-fi channel, and collecting various sci-fi related gadgets. It also seems he had a knack for playing practical jokes, one friend quipped in an entry left on Legacy.com “Don’t tell God anything bad about me and I won’t tell him about your practical jokes.” Don’t worry Harry, God is the author of laughter.
It seems that Harry helped take care of his little sister and mother. I don’t know the circumstances around that situation, but it tells me that Harry was a good and caring man. He did what was right and needed to be done. We need more men like him in this world.
My thoughts and prayers go out to the family and friends of Harry Goody. The anniversary of a loss is never an easy day to endure. I pray that God will grant you comfort today, and sweet dreams of Harry that will flood you with memories of better days gone by.
If any of Harry’s family or friends stumble across this post, it would be an honor to have you leave a story or a memory of him in the comments. Nothing tells the story of a man better than the memories of those who loved him and knew him best. My thoughts and prayers are with your family today.