Frank B. Reisman, 41, Princeton, N.J., is one of 2,996 victims of 9/11 who are being remembered by the blogosphere this upcoming anniversary of that horrific day in our history. Frank worked for Cantor Fitzgerald in the World Trade Center. I’ve read pieces about him on the internet, and one of the sweetest just referred to him as the “Perfect Daddy.” I didn’t know him, but just from what I’ve gleaned so far, I think he would have been a teriffic friend to have. This is what I learned.

When Frank Reisman was single, mountain climbing was his passion. The summer after the end of college, he hiked the Appalachian Trail alone from Maine to Pennsylvania, picking up dry food that his parents, George and Evie, mailed to him at post offices along the way.

After Mr. Reisman married, family was his focus. Every evening around 6:15 he returned home, where his wife, Gayle, and their two children, Kasey and Dillon, always waited for him to have dinner.

Living in Princeton, N.J., and working at Cantor Fitzgerald on the equities desk, Mr. Reisman, 41, was the perfect suburban daddy, his wife said. He coached Kasey’s softball team and took Dillon to golf on the weekends. He taught them how to download music from the Internet and ferret out useful information. Because he left home before the children got up for school, he always sent them online messages from work.

On the morning of the attack, he phoned his wife, who happened to be out jogging. He reached his mom. “He said: `I’ll be fine. Don’t panic, Mom. I love you,’ ” Evie Reisman said, as tears welled up in her eyes.

Gayle was a lucky woman, and I’m sure Evie was a proud mother. God bless him and all of his family, as well as the other thousands who perished on that fateful day.