Patrick Joseph Buhse (1965-2001) was vice president and limited partner at the bond firm Cantor Fitzgerald 105th floor of the World Trade Center's North Tower. He died in the Terrorist Attacks on 9/11.
He was born and raised in Brooklyn, where he lived until 1996, when he moved to Lincroft, N.J., with his wife, Susan.
He loved to make people laugh, telling and retelling the same jokes. There wasn't much time for hobbies, though he golfed occasionally. Most of his spare time was spent with his 4-year-old daughter, Sloan, and 3-year-old son, William.
And he was always looking out for his friends and family. "Patrick's biggest commitment was to make sure that people were happy and taken care of," said his wife. "One of the reasons I fell in love with him was his generous nature."
Buhse spent his entire 18-year career at Cantor Fitzgerald, starting out of high school as a clerk and rising to become government bond broker, limited partner and a vice president.
It was his life and, in many ways, his family. He met Susan when she joined the firm in 1992 and they married three years later. Nearly all his friends were also his co-workers. "My husband never had a line between business and personal, and even though you'd yell and scream at each other all day long, at 5 o'clock, it was back to being friends," she said.
Buhse was in his office on the 105th floor of the World Trade Center's north tower when his wife called Sept. 11. Though Susan's memory of her final phone conversation with her husband is horrible, she takes some comfort from a subtle change she noted in his voice.
"He said: 'Susan, what happened? There's black smoke everywhere....I can barely see my hands,'" she said.
"I've never heard his voice so anxious and nervous in my whole life, but in a moment of utmost clarity, he stopped and said, 'Susan, I love you, I love our kids, I love you so much.'
"I think he knew, because his voice was so different," she said. "It helps my head that he knew what was happening and he at least got to say goodbye."
His body was not recovered, but the family was issued a death certificate. A memorial service was held Sept. 22 in Our Lady of Angels Church in Brooklyn.
His Obituary:
The yelling, screaming, posturing and power plays of the trading floor were Patrick J. Buhse's idea of nirvana. A government bond trader for Cantor Fitzgerald, Mr. Buhse, 36, scrapped his way up from entry level in "the cage" at 18 and never worked anyplace else. "College or Cantor," was his take on higher education.
He lived large and played hard: Mr. Buhse was a Budweiser man. What he liked even better than amassing money was giving it away to relatives. A car here, a fur coat there, private school for the nieces and nephews. Sure, he drove a Honda, but it was brand-new. "He wasn't showy, but all his toys had to be new and clean," said his wife, Susan. "And his television had to be the biggest."
Relentlessly social, Mr. Buhse looked for any excuse to entertain on the town or at home in Lincroft, N.J. He loved telling jokes, and was not above stealing other people's anecdotes and improving them. He doted on his two children and reserved Friday nights for family in Bay Ridge, Brooklyn, where he was the loudest of six siblings. "The glass was always half full, not half empty," his wife said. "His motto was, 'Live for the moment.' "
Published by Patriot-News on Oct. 17, 2001.
News Article: https://www.chicagotribune.com/news/ct-xpm-2001-12-16-0112160401-story.html
He was born and raised in Brooklyn, where he lived until 1996, when he moved to Lincroft, N.J., with his wife, Susan.
He loved to make people laugh, telling and retelling the same jokes. There wasn't much time for hobbies, though he golfed occasionally. Most of his spare time was spent with his 4-year-old daughter, Sloan, and 3-year-old son, William.
And he was always looking out for his friends and family. "Patrick's biggest commitment was to make sure that people were happy and taken care of," said his wife. "One of the reasons I fell in love with him was his generous nature."
Buhse spent his entire 18-year career at Cantor Fitzgerald, starting out of high school as a clerk and rising to become government bond broker, limited partner and a vice president.
It was his life and, in many ways, his family. He met Susan when she joined the firm in 1992 and they married three years later. Nearly all his friends were also his co-workers. "My husband never had a line between business and personal, and even though you'd yell and scream at each other all day long, at 5 o'clock, it was back to being friends," she said.
Buhse was in his office on the 105th floor of the World Trade Center's north tower when his wife called Sept. 11. Though Susan's memory of her final phone conversation with her husband is horrible, she takes some comfort from a subtle change she noted in his voice.
"He said: 'Susan, what happened? There's black smoke everywhere....I can barely see my hands,'" she said.
"I've never heard his voice so anxious and nervous in my whole life, but in a moment of utmost clarity, he stopped and said, 'Susan, I love you, I love our kids, I love you so much.'
"I think he knew, because his voice was so different," she said. "It helps my head that he knew what was happening and he at least got to say goodbye."
His body was not recovered, but the family was issued a death certificate. A memorial service was held Sept. 22 in Our Lady of Angels Church in Brooklyn.
His Obituary:
The yelling, screaming, posturing and power plays of the trading floor were Patrick J. Buhse's idea of nirvana. A government bond trader for Cantor Fitzgerald, Mr. Buhse, 36, scrapped his way up from entry level in "the cage" at 18 and never worked anyplace else. "College or Cantor," was his take on higher education.
He lived large and played hard: Mr. Buhse was a Budweiser man. What he liked even better than amassing money was giving it away to relatives. A car here, a fur coat there, private school for the nieces and nephews. Sure, he drove a Honda, but it was brand-new. "He wasn't showy, but all his toys had to be new and clean," said his wife, Susan. "And his television had to be the biggest."
Relentlessly social, Mr. Buhse looked for any excuse to entertain on the town or at home in Lincroft, N.J. He loved telling jokes, and was not above stealing other people's anecdotes and improving them. He doted on his two children and reserved Friday nights for family in Bay Ridge, Brooklyn, where he was the loudest of six siblings. "The glass was always half full, not half empty," his wife said. "His motto was, 'Live for the moment.' "
Published by Patriot-News on Oct. 17, 2001.
News Article: https://www.chicagotribune.com/news/ct-xpm-2001-12-16-0112160401-story.html
Patrick Joseph Buhse (1965-2001) was vice president and limited partner at the bond firm Cantor Fitzgerald 105th floor of the World Trade Center's North Tower. He died in the Terrorist Attacks on 9/11.
He was born and raised in Brooklyn, where he lived until 1996, when he moved to Lincroft, N.J., with his wife, Susan.
He loved to make people laugh, telling and retelling the same jokes. There wasn't much time for hobbies, though he golfed occasionally. Most of his spare time was spent with his 4-year-old daughter, Sloan, and 3-year-old son, William.
And he was always looking out for his friends and family. "Patrick's biggest commitment was to make sure that people were happy and taken care of," said his wife. "One of the reasons I fell in love with him was his generous nature."
Buhse spent his entire 18-year career at Cantor Fitzgerald, starting out of high school as a clerk and rising to become government bond broker, limited partner and a vice president.
It was his life and, in many ways, his family. He met Susan when she joined the firm in 1992 and they married three years later. Nearly all his friends were also his co-workers. "My husband never had a line between business and personal, and even though you'd yell and scream at each other all day long, at 5 o'clock, it was back to being friends," she said.
Buhse was in his office on the 105th floor of the World Trade Center's north tower when his wife called Sept. 11. Though Susan's memory of her final phone conversation with her husband is horrible, she takes some comfort from a subtle change she noted in his voice.
"He said: 'Susan, what happened? There's black smoke everywhere....I can barely see my hands,'" she said.
"I've never heard his voice so anxious and nervous in my whole life, but in a moment of utmost clarity, he stopped and said, 'Susan, I love you, I love our kids, I love you so much.'
"I think he knew, because his voice was so different," she said. "It helps my head that he knew what was happening and he at least got to say goodbye."
His body was not recovered, but the family was issued a death certificate. A memorial service was held Sept. 22 in Our Lady of Angels Church in Brooklyn.
His Obituary:
The yelling, screaming, posturing and power plays of the trading floor were Patrick J. Buhse's idea of nirvana. A government bond trader for Cantor Fitzgerald, Mr. Buhse, 36, scrapped his way up from entry level in "the cage" at 18 and never worked anyplace else. "College or Cantor," was his take on higher education.
He lived large and played hard: Mr. Buhse was a Budweiser man. What he liked even better than amassing money was giving it away to relatives. A car here, a fur coat there, private school for the nieces and nephews. Sure, he drove a Honda, but it was brand-new. "He wasn't showy, but all his toys had to be new and clean," said his wife, Susan. "And his television had to be the biggest."
Relentlessly social, Mr. Buhse looked for any excuse to entertain on the town or at home in Lincroft, N.J. He loved telling jokes, and was not above stealing other people's anecdotes and improving them. He doted on his two children and reserved Friday nights for family in Bay Ridge, Brooklyn, where he was the loudest of six siblings. "The glass was always half full, not half empty," his wife said. "His motto was, 'Live for the moment.' "
Published by Patriot-News on Oct. 17, 2001.
News Article: https://www.chicagotribune.com/news/ct-xpm-2001-12-16-0112160401-story.html
He was born and raised in Brooklyn, where he lived until 1996, when he moved to Lincroft, N.J., with his wife, Susan.
He loved to make people laugh, telling and retelling the same jokes. There wasn't much time for hobbies, though he golfed occasionally. Most of his spare time was spent with his 4-year-old daughter, Sloan, and 3-year-old son, William.
And he was always looking out for his friends and family. "Patrick's biggest commitment was to make sure that people were happy and taken care of," said his wife. "One of the reasons I fell in love with him was his generous nature."
Buhse spent his entire 18-year career at Cantor Fitzgerald, starting out of high school as a clerk and rising to become government bond broker, limited partner and a vice president.
It was his life and, in many ways, his family. He met Susan when she joined the firm in 1992 and they married three years later. Nearly all his friends were also his co-workers. "My husband never had a line between business and personal, and even though you'd yell and scream at each other all day long, at 5 o'clock, it was back to being friends," she said.
Buhse was in his office on the 105th floor of the World Trade Center's north tower when his wife called Sept. 11. Though Susan's memory of her final phone conversation with her husband is horrible, she takes some comfort from a subtle change she noted in his voice.
"He said: 'Susan, what happened? There's black smoke everywhere....I can barely see my hands,'" she said.
"I've never heard his voice so anxious and nervous in my whole life, but in a moment of utmost clarity, he stopped and said, 'Susan, I love you, I love our kids, I love you so much.'
"I think he knew, because his voice was so different," she said. "It helps my head that he knew what was happening and he at least got to say goodbye."
His body was not recovered, but the family was issued a death certificate. A memorial service was held Sept. 22 in Our Lady of Angels Church in Brooklyn.
His Obituary:
The yelling, screaming, posturing and power plays of the trading floor were Patrick J. Buhse's idea of nirvana. A government bond trader for Cantor Fitzgerald, Mr. Buhse, 36, scrapped his way up from entry level in "the cage" at 18 and never worked anyplace else. "College or Cantor," was his take on higher education.
He lived large and played hard: Mr. Buhse was a Budweiser man. What he liked even better than amassing money was giving it away to relatives. A car here, a fur coat there, private school for the nieces and nephews. Sure, he drove a Honda, but it was brand-new. "He wasn't showy, but all his toys had to be new and clean," said his wife, Susan. "And his television had to be the biggest."
Relentlessly social, Mr. Buhse looked for any excuse to entertain on the town or at home in Lincroft, N.J. He loved telling jokes, and was not above stealing other people's anecdotes and improving them. He doted on his two children and reserved Friday nights for family in Bay Ridge, Brooklyn, where he was the loudest of six siblings. "The glass was always half full, not half empty," his wife said. "His motto was, 'Live for the moment.' "
Published by Patriot-News on Oct. 17, 2001.
News Article: https://www.chicagotribune.com/news/ct-xpm-2001-12-16-0112160401-story.html
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