On Oct. 8, 1994, my wife Liz Bruder and I were married in City Hall by Mayor Rudolph W. Giuliani. For 25 years, I carried a wallet-size photo of the three of us from that day.

Liz and I met working on Mr. Giuliani’s 1993 mayoral campaign. She was the campaign’s deputy finance director and I was the spokesman. Our small paid staff and hundreds of volunteers worked tirelessly to elect Rudy after he had narrowly lost to the incumbent, David Dinkins, in 1989.

Rudy told The New Yorker in January that he doesn’t think about his legacy, but is afraid that “Rudy Giuliani: He lied for Trump” will be on his gravestone. “Somehow, I don’t think that will be it,” he said. “But, if it is, so what do I care? I’ll be dead.”

He may not care, but anyone who worked on his winning campaigns in 1993 and 1997 or in City Hall during his two terms as mayor does care about his legacy — and theirs. We were proud to live and work in the clean, safe, prosperous city that Rudy ran and that Mayor Michael Bloomberg inherited from him.