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To the loved ones of Ms. Bella Bhukhan,

I am thinking of you all and your great loss today. Below is a poem that has brought me comfort in times of grief. 

All my love,

 

Madeline Clark

Denver, CO

 

“When I die
Give what’s left of me away
To children
And old men that wait to die.

And if you need to cry,
Cry for your brother
Walking the street beside you
And when you need me,
Put your arms
Around anyone
And give to them
What you need to give to me.

I want to leave you something,
Something better
Than words
Or sounds.

Look for me
In the people I’ve known
Or loved,
And if you cannot give me away,
At least let me live in your eyes
And not on your mind.

You can love me most
By letting
Hands touch hands
By letting
Bodies touch bodies
And by letting go
Of children
That need to be free.

Love doesn’t die,
People do.
So, when all that’s left of me
Is love,
Give me away”


― Merrit Malloy

As 9/11 happened, a year later my parents where looking for a name for their baby girl who has yet to be born, as my mother was watching T.V. for the one year remembrance of 9/11. As the names rolled down one by one she saw Bella J. Bhukhan she fell in love with your name. I was born 3 days later and now years later I read up on who I am named after and surprisingly I am just like you an my mother says I even look like you a bit. I hope you're resting peacefully and I just want to let you know I am honored to be named after you. Rest easy Beautiful. And to Ballas family you guys will always be in my heart.

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Age:
24
Place of Residence:
Union, NJ
Location on 9/11:
One WTC
Occupation:
Cantor Fitzgerald | Human Resources Department
Biography:

Bella Bhukhan, 24, danced the part of the youngest with a certain spark. Of the three sisters, she was the most playful, the most stubborn, the bluntest - in a sense, the most western. Raised in a Gujarati family who settled in Union, N.J., after migrating from Zambia, she was the defiant one who returned from a Cancún vacation with a tattoo on her lower back.

Yet she also embraced her Indian heritage. At her eldest sister Vicky's wedding last month, Bella performed a traditional Indian dance wearing a long brown and gold skirt, sleeveless top and jewelry that glittered and clattered.

With her engaging smile, Bella was a people-person. At the Cantor Fitzgerald memorial service, her family was struck by how many employees, especially the foreign-born, remembered how well Bella took care of them in the human resources department. That was the role this youngest sister assumed at home, too: "The three of us were best friends and she was very upset I was moving so far away," said Vicky Tailor. "She always told my in-laws to take care of me and called every other day to see if I was being treated right."