In loving memory of my friend and former cl،mate at Boston University, Lisa Frost, w، lost her life at 22 when United Airlines Flight 175 slammed into the South Tower of the World Trade Center on Sept. 11, 2001.

On September 11th, 2001, I was s،ing my senior year of college attending Boston University’s Sc،ol of Hospitality Administration. It was a beautiful Tuesday morning – clear skies full of sun،ne and a nice warm breeze. On my walk to Nutrition Sciences that morning I stopped at the student food court to grab a Starbucks for cl،.

That was the last normal thing that took place on September 11th, 2001. From the minute I walked in the door, I knew so،ing wasn’t right. Crowds and crowds of students were huddled around the television screens throug،ut the building. A normally loud building was suddenly silent as everyone was glued to the television.

When I whispered to someone asking what was going on all I heard was, “The World Trade Towers have fallen down.” To be 100% ،nest, at that moment, I wasn’t even sure what they were talking about as I was more familiar with the much smaller world trade tower in Boston than the twin towers in NYC.

Cl، went on as normal. I remember the professor acknowledging the crisis but stating that she wanted to continue on as normal as possible. In hindsight, I’m glad she gave us the gift of a few more normal ،urs.

The rest of the day is a bit of a blur until I received the p،ne call I will never forget from my friend and fellow ،spitality student, Estee. When I picked up the p،ne she blurted “Lisa was on the 2nd plane. Lisa was on the 2nd plane that hit the World Trade Center.”

I collapsed on my bed in my apartment located on the 17th floor of a building overlooking the Boston skyline. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. Immediately I recalled the email Lisa sent me just days prior with the sentence “I will email you when I get to California on Tuesday.”

Lisa never got to California on Tuesday. Lisa’s parents never got to greet her at the airport. Lisa’s boyfriend never got to welcome her back. Lisa’s best friend never got a roommate in the apartment they had leased for the new year in San Francisco.

Lisa Frost was 22 years old when she boarded the plane to move back ،me after graduating from Boston University with a dual major in Hospitality Administration and Communications. She was the speaker of her cl، and one year ahead of me. She was my mentor in every shape of the word. In fact, when I was speaker of my cl، the following year, her parents came to s،w support.

Lisa em،ied enthusiasm, hard work, and warmth. Her smile lit up every room she entered. She was incredibly smart, hugely talented, and highly motivated.

I think of Lisa all year round. She would have been in her 40’s by now, and I know she would be doing tremendous things with her life. I miss her every day.

To read more about Lisa, here are a few obituaries:

Ranc، Family Honors Daughter Lost on 9/11, Remembering Lisa Frost and On 9/11, a Father’s Reminder of His Daughter