Hello everyone, I am sure all of you know who I am, but just in case my name is Ali; I am Tom's daughter.

My dad took things very seriously but he always found time to joke with me. He would be teasing right now because I'm actually wearing a dress. Daddy thought I would only wear shorts, jeans & sweats. I remember one of the things that my dad and I loved the most was jet skiing, as you can see in that wonderful picture. Well anyway, jet skiing was one of the times that we bonded the most even though it was a pain to deal with. If the weather was good he tried to go at least once every weekend. I remember the last time I went over to daddy and Cathy's house we all went to Ronnie and Lorraine's boat and two other boats where tied up with us and we all had lots of fun.

Another thing Daddy and I liked to do was go for a ride in the convertible, that was another place we spent a lot of time together. He always told me how much Cathy hated the convertible. My dad always made me laugh in that car. My dad and I got really close over this past year and it all started last winter when I went to Vermont. We had a lot of fun. I remember how he told me stories like when Grandma Sue shrunk the mittens and when Aunt Sally got stuck on the J-Bar.

Well I am going to miss my dad and I am sure everyone else will too and I know we all loved him. Sometimes I get mad at him for leaving; then I realize that it was not his fault. It was these horrible people that killed him. Sometimes at night I stay up for hours just hoping that when I wake up tomorrow all my problems will disappear, but then I realize that it is real and I will never get my dad back. Then I cry and cry some more but then I remember even though I lost my dad, and nothing will ever replace him, I still have a wonderful step-mom, great friends and the rest of my wonderful family to help me through this horrible thing that has happened.

I Love You Daddy and I Always Will!

Thank You.

Dear Friends,

We meet here after the most distressing tragedy of our lives. To mourn the premature death of a man loved by us all: Tom Sinton.

The acts around September 11^th still remain a mystery to me. Through the magnitude of the situation we are all constantly exposed to the media and must relive the catastrophe that occurred. I keep reminding myself that Tommy is among the victims of these atrocious acts, and I have to catch my breath as his death caught me by such surprise.

I had the honor and privilege of knowing Tommy for about seven years. It did not take time for Tommy and me to become friends. There was a good reason for this. Tommy was the type of person who always brought out the best in people.

There is an ancient Greek saying that the character of each individual is made up of one of the primary elements: earth, wind, water or fire. Tommy was definitely fire. Tommy was always "lit up inside". He was driven and motivated, and he had a passion for everything he did. He never did anything with half his heart. From the daily routines to times of new adventure, he did everything with zeal.

Tommy's personality always "lit up a room"; you always knew he was there because there was a radiance about him. He was always smiling and laughing and brought energy to other people. Tommy's spirit was contagious. He gave us all strength in our character through his inspiration and example.

Tommy's friendship will provide the foundation to base so many wonderful memories. He lived his life to the fullest. Although his death was premature, we can all look back on his life and say he lived every hour of every day the best that he could. His enthusiasm for all that life had to offer seemed to compel him. He was motivated to make sure the people he loved were treated to the best things in life. You always knew that if Tommy was there, his company alone made it well worth the trip.

Tommy was a compassionate person. He couldn't wait to see you, to meet with you, to catch up on good times, and to be there for you in times of need. He was always up to something good and exciting. He was always planning for the future. I couldn't wait to see him every time so that I could share his optimism on life and see what good he was up to. Because of his compassionate character, he would want you to be excited too. He would often go out of his way to make sure you were. I know that his heart was always in the right place.

Tommy is now in a peaceful place where I know he is looking down on us. Tommy didn't necessarily live for tomorrow, nor did he live in the past. His spirit was always on today - making the best of the current moment, here and now. I know if he could speak to us now he would tell us to go on with our lives, and to savor every minute of every day. He would tell us to live our lives to the fullest.

I like to think that good can ultimately come even from the darkest tragedies, and I believe that Tommy's death will serve a purpose that has not yet been revealed to us. I hope we can one day see in this tragedy a bridge to a peaceful future. I hope and pray that some day soon we will see some good from this. I pray that Tommy's death will serve as a wake up call for humanity. I pray that we will bond together to rid the world of the evil that has brought us here today. I believe that Tommy's death can make a difference and ultimately make the world a better place.

Every time we look into the New York skyline, we will look into our hearts as well. We will never see the World Trade Center again. There will always be emptiness there but our hearts are stronger than the steel that built the Twin Towers. And Tommy's spirit will always be with us in our hearts. Forever when we close our eyes, and open our hearts, we will always see a picture of Tommy -- smiling and happy.

Tommy, we thank you for adding so much to all our lives. We thank you for the times we spent together. We thank you for the happiness you brought us. We thank you for the smiles you gave us. We thank you for inspiring us. We thank you for the good times, and we thank you for being there in times of need.

Tommy, you were a father, a husband, a son, a brother, and you were a friend. We will always have a place for you in our hearts, and we will miss you forever.

Tom was happiest and at his best when he was giving rather than taking. Tom was a gift to his family and to me. When it came to me - Tom made me complete, he was more than a husband. He was my mentor, my friend, my critic, and my biggest fan. He was truly my better half and for that I loved him unconditionally.

Early in our marriage, we set a goal, which at the time seemed simple. We agreed to walk on this earth side-by-side, hand-in-hand. We promised to be equal partners in all things. Today I realize that by most standards we set an ambitious goal for ourselves, but our love, our commitment, and our very natures made our goal easy to achieve. I did the worrying for the two of us while Tom lived each and every day to the fullest. He knew that worrying about most things was a waste of precious time. He always said, "Cath, don't worry, things will work out, what will be will be, you can't change things." His attitude in this regard came from his incredible knowledge and love of history and world affairs.

If Tom had avoided or survived the act of terrorism which took place on September 11^th, he would be watching events unfold with tears in his eyes, while telling me of the history behind each political faction and the diplomacy required by our government. Without a doubt a spirited debate between the two of us would have unfolded. My view would be simplistic and succinct: "We should just go in there and level them." Tom, on the other hand, would want me to know who, what, where, and why before our government went in to level the cowards who did this. Though coming from different directions, we usually ended up on the same side of the table. Our partnership has been disrupted, but in my heart, it has not been ended.

Tom worked on Wall Street but he was a Main Street kind of guy. He indulged himself sometimes, but he truly loved the simple things in life - a long walk in the woods, an ice cold Budweiser while sitting on our deck, a long ride in his convertible with his daughter Ali. He loved the days of boating on the Hudson with my dad and our friends from the Tarrytown Boat Club, a kitchen table chat with his Mom, a cigar with his Dad or simply a spirited discussion about politics, history, the Yankees, or the Rangers with whoever was up for it.

Those of us closest to Tom knew him to be highly intelligent, opinionated and passionate. His mind was like a steel trap. He only had to read or hear something once and it was forever registered in his mind, becoming part of a great mosaic, which made him who he was. Tom was highly opinionated about our nation's view on history. He often told me that we as a nation were choosing to forget history and therefore we were destined to repeat our errors of the past. Sadly, for us, Tom has become a part of history, one we must never forget. We must not let Tom's death be in vain. Though these words may sound like a clich̩, they must not become one.

Tom, like his grandmother Margaret who survives him, had a great memory and therefore was a great storyteller. Like most good storytellers, Tom cared about his listeners, so he would embellish a tale for their listening pleasure. We had a special name for this - we called it the Tom factor. Some of his favorite stories were about the antics on the trading desk and life on the 105th floor of the WTC. When Tom first started working for Cantor he would call and ask me what the weather was like, was it raining or snowing? I would think, what is wrong with him, he practically sits on the ledge of that building. How could he not know what the weather was like? However, the 105th floor of the World Trade Center was in clouds. He couldn't see the weather because he was part of it.

I can only hope that today he sits in a place where he can rest knowing how much he is loved and missed. I hope it's a place where there are no clouds, no rain, no pain or sorrow. I hope he will be able to visit history past and participate in its making. I hope it's a place where his back does not ache at the end of the day from yelling, "buy em, sell em". Most of all, I hope it's where he will wait for me so we can continue our life together once again.

I can't say what Tom would want his family, his friends, his daughter or me to do now that he's gone. People tell me that he would not want our hearts to ache as they do and that we should get on with life, for he believed life was for the living. What I do know is that Tom would be forever grateful for the support his family, friends, neighbors, and colleagues have shown for his daughter Ali and me. For now we need to grieve for our loss, applaud the courage of every person lost, and find inspiration from the strength your support provides.

Tom, you are loved and will always be missed, may the force be with you.