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Joseph Doyle Date of Birth: March 28, 1976 Department: Government Bonds Operations Position: Supervisor Three minutes before the first plane hit Tower 1, Joseph Doyle, 25, was sitting at his desk on the 101st floor talking to his brother, Billy. Most of the time, the two brothers were too busy at work to talk, but that morning they were chatting about Joey’s fantasy football league and laughing. It was a conversation Billy Doyle, 29 will never forget. He hung up the phone only to find out a few minutes later a plane hit his brother’s building. He immediately screamed, “My brother! My brother!” and dialed his number. The phone just kept ringing. At their Annadale home, Bill and Camille Doyle were watching a television program, which was interrupted by the news of a plane hitting the World Trade Center. They sat in disbelief. Just then their daughter, Doreen Lutter, arrived for a visit. She was unaware of the attack, having just dropped her daughter off for her first day of preschool. They all sat by the television, jumping at every phone call, hoping to hear from Joey. Joseph Doyle remains among the people missing in the World Trade Center attacks. A government bond supervisor at Cantor Fitzgerald for the last three years, he was a devoted son, brother, and uncle. Born in Eltingville, he moved with his family to Annadale 20 years ago. Mr. Doyle was a gifted athlete who joined his first ball club just barely out of nursery school. He played in the South Shore Little League and Babe Ruth League and was starting pitcher for St. Joseph-by-the-Sea High School, where he earned Staten Island Advance and Daily News All Star Honors in 1994. He graduated from the Huguenot school the same year. Mr. Doyle again starred in baseball as a pitcher for Wagner College, where he earned a partial scholarship and graduated with a degree in business. He was known as “the bulldog” on his college team. But his love for sports was not limited to baseball. Football Sundays are like a holiday in the Doyle house, and his friends would come over to watch the games and eat. He was an avid Green Bay Packers fan. He also rooted for the Los Angeles Dodgers and the Miami Heat, and was a member of the Cantor Fitzgerald softball team. It is apparent from the photos his friends have been bringing to the family, that Mr. Doyle was a wrestling fan, too. In the photos, he is seen making the “I Love You” gesture popularized by wrestler Jimmy “Superfly” Snuka. According to his family, Mr. Doyle lived a full and happy life, which revolved around his many friends and family members. “He had just finished an unforgettable summer sharing a beach house with his brother and some friends,” said his sister, Mrs. Letter. “He was known for his outrageous shirts as well as his outrageous smile. His list of friends is endless. Anyone who met him loved him.” “My brother was a devoted uncle to my two girls [3year old Ashley and 1-year-old Alexa]. He treated them as if they were his own,” continues Mrs. Lutter. The family had a vacation at Disney World in May, and she said her brother was “smiling from ear to ear with his nieces. It’s one of his favorite vacation places.” It’s a vacation Mrs. Lutter will treasure in her memory. Mr. Doyle was also close to his brother-in-law, Andrew Lutter. Lutter works in downtown Manhattan, and raced to the World Trade Center as a soon as he heard of the plane crashes. He was across the street when Tower 2 collapsed, but escaped unharmed.
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Jason DeFazio Date of Birth: July 12, 1972 Department: Zero Coupon Desk Position: Bond Broker This was the eulogy written for his memorial: I know that you are here with me and can hear me but I wanted to make sure that everyone knows the full extent of my love for you and to share in that love. It’s so difficult for me to put into words how I feel about you. From the first moment I met you, I knew my life had changed. After 2 months, I just knew that you were the one I was going to marry and that day, June 23, 2001, was the best day of my life. I love you because of all the things you are and because of all that I am when I’m with you. I love you because you have shown me in hundreds of beautiful ways what love means. Not only were you selfless in your love with me but with everyone you associated with. I never met someone like you who was so kind, trusting, compassionate, and caring. You taught me how to love and trust people even when I didn’t have any faith anymore. I never thought that love could be this endless, deep and true. Thank you for bringing out the best in people, especially in me. You always supported me even if you didn’t want me to do something. You are my hero. You are the joy in my heart, the meaning in my life. You are my world – my love. You’re my best friend, my life, my companion and my soul mate. Right now I’m in disbelief. When we married we vowed to love one another until death do us part. My love continues to grow stronger and stronger for you each day and even death can’t sever the bonds of our love. When you died, I died too. Half of me is gone and I feel empty inside. There’s such a void in my life. You were my whole life. I don’t know what I’m going to do without you. My heart hurts so much thinking about the plans that we made, the dreams that we shared – now all shattered and unfulfilled. The only reason I am still here now is to remind people of the wonderful person you were and how knowing you changed my life and many others. All I have now are the memories and I promise that I will never let them die. I count the minutes and hours until that day we are reunited but until then I will wait for you in my dreams. You are my breath, my soul, my life and will be forever. Until we meet again. Your loving wife, Michele
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Thomas Dowd Date of Birth: April 17, 1964 Position: Vice President, Government Bond Trader To My Husband and our father: Babe, remember how we use to laugh about life being so weird? Two kids sitting next to each other in the 8th grade, totally infatuated with each other; not realizing that someday they would end up making a home and a family together? How at the age of 20 they decided to get married and thought they knew it all? How everyone told them it could never work? How they lasted 22 years together and loved each other more and more every day? Today I sit here and think about our life together and realize how much I cherish the short time we had. We learned to make each other laugh, we learned how to depend on each other, we learned to support each other’s decisions, and most important we learned to be a family. It was not always easy but we never gave up. During the past 3 months I have gotten through each day thinking of and enjoying all of our memories. You are gone from us today but you leave behind the best part of you: Heather, Thomas, and Brittany. I look at them every day and see you, Heather looking exactly like you, Thomas having that laid back attitude, and Brittany having that dry sense of humor. As I have been trying to get through the loss of your smirkish smile, the touch of you, and that morning phone call asking me “Did I tell you today how much I love you”; I hear your voice through the kids saying to me, “Mom, can you change how things are? “No”, “then no sense in crying about it, let’s make the best of the situation.” With these words I realize you are and will always be with us….! In the short time we had together we were able to create 3 wonderful children that I promise you, I will always remind them of how wonderful their father was. “Did I tell you today how much I love you?” With all my love,
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Neil Dollard Date of Birth: April 29, 1973 Department: Zero Coupon Desk Position: Bond Broker Dear Neilie, We will always remember you living your Hoboken dream… We will always remember how bright you were…. We will always remember your big, broad body and beautiful smile… We will always remember your baseball cap and cup of coffee… We will always remember how much you loved food… We will always remember how you took care of Kristin… We will always remember your dry sense of humor and how you made us laugh at ourselves… We will always remember your random phone calls about nothing… We will always remember how proud you were of your condo… We will always remember your love of sports… We will always remember how you adored Mom and made her so happy with your loving gestures… We will always remember how you became a man and worked with your big brother… We will always remember you, our little brother, our friend, our hero… Always on our minds…Forever in our hearts… Your loving Family
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Anthony Dionisio, Jr. Date of Birth: July 31, 1963 Position: Vice President, Operations Anthony was born on July 31, 1963 in the Bronx, New York. He attended Richmond Hill High School in Queens, New York. He started working for Cantor in 1987. He was devoted to his job and was well-liked by his co-workers and friends, which were many. He has one daughter, Stephanie, who is 11 years old. She was his whole life. They did everything together. They went to baseball games (New York Yankees), the racetrack, ice-skating shows and all school activities. She misses him very much. He loved to play golf and go to Disney World (his favorite vacation spot). He was the official babysitter of the family, the best uncle ever. Whenever somebody needed something, he was there. Anthony was a great son, father and brother and will be missed tremendously. He is now our guardian angel. We love you Anthony, you will always be in our hearts.
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Stephen Dimino Date of Birth: February 9, 1953 Department: Securities Lending Position: Limited Partner My father was the most loving, caring and hard working person I will know. His colleagues called him friend, his neighbors knew him as a good person, and I as a father. He was always there for me through good and bad. Whether I brought home a failing test grade or had a solo in the band. We couldn’t be any closer unless we were attached at the hip. We did everything together from fishing to riding roller coasters in Florida. We would spend hours hunting and come home with nothing but fresh air in our lungs. I cherish the memories of our travels. No matter where it was, Florida, Arizona, Rome, Paris, or London he always made the trip enjoyable. I think I will miss him the most when the annual events come around. Like last year’s family ski trip, when he fell down the Dawfinganger, a double black diamond mountain. I liked going to his desk in the 104th floor twice a year to spend time with him, his employees and friends who became like another family. In that office family a lot of others were lost; Louie, Smitty, Lorraine, Joe, Turtle, Ian, Bo and Spider. I will miss them all. In 1993’s bombing my father held the hands of two women all the way down. I believe on September 11, 2001 he held hands and stayed with his friends till the end. I know this because he is my father – the greatest man I will ever know. Sabrina Dimino, 14 (daughter) My Lover, My Life My Companion, My Counselor My Dance Partner and Driver My Skiing and Swimming Buddy My Handyman and Hunter My Best Friend, Father to my Child My Husband, My Heartbreak My Love Eternal Nancy B. Dimino, wife
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John Difato Date of Birth: August 31, 1962 Position: Business Securities Controller In his short 39 years on this earth touched so many people lives. Four lives in particular were his wife and three young children. Sue, his wife, will strive hard to keep the memory of John alive for his children, Anthony, Nicole and John. Memories of his involvement in their schoolwork, trips to Disney, a night at the circus, sports games and eating out as a family and especially daily hugs and kisses. We always knew we had something special. We were each other’s soulmate and how fortunate to have such a close and loving relationship. After 12 years of marriage, we were the lucky ones. The ones, who lived life to the fullest, devoted themselves to each other and their children and truly enjoyed each other every moment they spent together. John was a devoted family man, leaving “work” at the office. He was a loving, attentive father. He was a thoughtful and caring husband. He was an honest and faithful friend. These are qualities that you would find when describing an angel. He was our angel on earth; who walked amongst us for a short period of time. Remember, and hold dear your memories of John. He will always be a hero in our eyes. He will always be the ONE person who made such a difference in all of our lives. John DiFato Always Remembered…..Never forgotten
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Robert Patrick Devitt, Jr. Date of Birth: December 28, 1964 Position: Director of Purchasing/Project Manager This tribute is for my dearest and closest friend, Bob. We met 12 years ago at Kutztown University in Pennsylvania. I was immediately attracted to his off-the-wall humor and eccentric ways. We started dating in 1992 and lived together since 1998. The last nine years of my life were always interesting with Bob by my side. No doubt about it, he was the biggest and most wonderful part of my world. I would have been proud to call him my husband one day. Bob was a colorful character who is remembered the most for his sense of adventure. Here was a 36 year-old guy who had the excitement level of a 12 year-old child. His zest for living was contagious. Bob’s many life adventures included kayaking, scuba diving, riding motorcycles, and skydiving. In his earlier years he played basketball and rugby, ran track, and pole-vaulted. He was known for staring fear in the face and tackling it. He lived to explore new experiences and push himself and others beyond any set limits. When I think of what I miss the most about Bob, I think of many things. His screaming laughter, great stories, tremendous cooking, powerful golf swing, stimulating conversations, and protective ways rank in the top ten. But what I miss more than anything, oddly enough, is his hands. Why? Because his hands told his stories, mixed love into his cooking, gripped his golf club, illustrated the point of his conversation, and held me in times of need. From laying block, fixing cars, and building bookcases to holding hands, tickling my sides, or brushing stray hairs from my face—his hands could do it all. They spoke volumes that, though I will never hear again, I will remember for the rest of my life. The following is a poem I wrote for Bob in his memory: WILD RIVER Your life— Diverse. At places roaring with exhilarating rapids, At others, soothing and serene. But mostly rushing along— Twisting, turning, Nourishing the life that surrounded it, Only ever asking in return to be left free— Unharnessed. And being so, able to continue giving Unselfishly, Inspiring those who admired you with your strength and beauty. Now, my love, your bustling river has stopped running, Leaving behind a winding path that, Though too short, In its time ran deeply. It’s in that path that I’ll find your undying spirit, Unconventional ways, Forthright wisdom, Strength, loyalty, Love, laughter, Generosity and, Above all else, your zest for living that stayed with you Until the last drop of your river flowed. So what becomes of your river now, my love? For me, it is the image of radiant sunshine Playing off your every ripple and wave That will stay with me always. And while you might be gone, You are still with me In the place where your wild river always was, And always will be— That short, wild river, Deeply etched into the landscape of my heart— Forever. By Nicole LeMaster
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Edward DeSimone III Date of Birth: September 15, 1964 Department: Government Bonds Position: Vice President Edward was born and raised in Brooklyn, NY, he graduated Nazareth Regional High School Brooklyn, NY, in 1982. He graduated De Vry Institute in 1984. Upon graduation of De Vry Eddie started working for Telerate in 1984. Then he moved on to Cantor Fitzgerald in 1986, where he was a dedicated employee for 15 years. In 1993, Eddie married Joanne and later built the home of their dreams and moved to New Jersey. His daughter, Stephanie, was born in 1995 and his son, Edward IV, was born in 1997. There are no words that can truly express all the love I have for Eddie. Eddie was a wonderful husband and daddy, you could not find a more prouder man. He was dedicated to his family and friends. As a wife, I could not have dreamed or wished for a more perfect man. Eddie was a dream come true. Incredibly loving, caring, romantic, amazing, and very humorous, always putting love and laughter in my heart and a smile on my face. I am extremely proud to be his wife. Everyday when Eddie was home was like an adventure. In the fall, Eddie would take Stephanie, Little Eddie and I, on nature walks through the woods. Eddie would show us how to find deer tracks by moving the leaves away to see the deer prints in the dirt. Oh’ how Eddie loved to fish. Eddie always said he could not marry someone who did not like to fish. Eddie was so proud when Stephanie started to cast her own pole. He would often say, “the best times in life are with family and friends.” Eddie also loved to cook and loved to teach Stephanie and Little Eddie how to make their own pizza. We would go out to feed the deer, horses, play T-ball, soccer, football, hopscotch and rough house together. There were many times that I would cry when I watched Eddie play with Stephanie and Little Eddie. Eddie would say to the kids look mommy’s crying again. I would tell Eddie how much I love him and how incredibly lucky I was to have him as a husband. Then Eddie would go pick up the telephone and pretend to call the doctor just to put that smile back on my face. I would never have to tell him to play with Stephanie and Little Eddie because he was a dedicated Daddy. Every night Eddie came home it was family night, most Saturday’s and every Sunday were family days. Eddie was well known and liked throughout the world. Everyone that knew him had more than one hilarious story to tell. Oh’ how he could make people laugh, sometimes he could put smiles on the faces of others that overheard him. Eddie had his own unique way of telling the funniest jokes and stories and simply would not rest until he put that smile on your face, and he always succeeded. I will always remember the little jokes he told Stephanie and Little Eddie, because they are just like him, always telling jokes they learned from their Daddy. Eddie was very magical with the kids, not only his own, but with others. At Christmas time, Eddie would occasionally dress as Santa Claus for our development and for Cantor, he truly enjoyed making the kids happy. Eddie was a big kid himself. In our hearts, everyday was Christmas just by his presence. Eddie was a dedicated husband and Daddy. All the love and laughter Eddie gave to me in fifteen years, Stephanie in six years and Little Eddie in four years, most people don’t have in a lifetime. We were truly lucky. Eddie will be greatly missed but will live forever in our hearts. Your loving wife Joanne, Your beautiful children Stephanie & Edward
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Monique Dejesus Date of Birth: December 26, 1972 Position: Administrative Assistant (The following is the eulogy from Monique’s service) Hello, my name is Miriam Caceres and I am Monique Dejesus’ Aunt. I remember the day Monique was born, December 26th, 1972. My sisters and I became Aunts for the very first time and my mother became a Grandmother. God could not have blessed us with a more precious gift for Christmas. Monique was one of a kind. She was the kind of person that would always think of others. She was generous and always helping people. She had a compassion for those in need and was always there for her friends and family. If you asked…she’d deliver! She was always helping people find jobs and was very well known for playing Cupid. She introduced many couples, some of who have married and have children today. Monique enjoyed getting together with her friends and family, I called her the “Coordinator” because she was always planning a get-together. When she entered a room, her elegance and beautiful smile would make her shine. She had the kind of personality that would build curiosity; she was always the center of attention. This charming personality was natural and effortless. The beautiful aura that she possessed was definitely noticed. I was fortunate enough to have spent September 8th with her. She took me to see a friend I had not seen in 11 years. We had a wonderful time during our 4-hour ride. We talked about many things and, of course, she played her Diana Ross CD over and over again…as usual, she had me laughing the whole day. It was a perfect day. Our friends and family have gathered several photos of Monique. These were our happy moments, pictures of her and her very good friends, one of which was Angie Rosario and another photo of her boyfriend, Lloyd Brown. They, too, worked at Cantor Fitzgerald. They, too, are in Heaven with Monique. There is one particular photo, which was taken on Labor Day weekend when we attended her cousin’s baby shower. As always, Monique was the life of the party. She kept insisting that everyone gather together for a family photo. There were so many of us I thought it would be impossible, so I told her if you really want me to take the picture, you gather the crowd together. Within minutes we were all grouped together and Lloyd Brown snapped our first family photo. We will forever treasure that photo for as long as we live. I’m sure Monique would like us to remember her that way and to treasure her memory in our hearts and never forget all the laughs that we shared. I will miss her emails and how she would always end them with “Feliz Navidad” or how she would call and say in a southern accent, “Hellllllllooo, it’s Wilma”. I remember Monique telling me how she admired her mother for her strength and determination and how she admired her father for being such an avid reader. Monique loved her parents very much and enjoyed spending time with each of them. Being and only child she was able to excel because of the recognition and attention she received, from her family; she was well rounded. On September 10th, Monique and I had emailed each other. It was quite unusual. We often emailed and spoke everyday, but on this day it was a great deal. I made it a point to delete all the messages at the end of the day. Nevertheless, upon returning to work in October, I knew all the emails were erased and I was very upset. Ironically enough, for some strange reason, one emailed remained in my inbox. I would like to share Monique’s message with everyone, which I have framed to always remind me of the importance of unselfishness and appreciation. I ask that you listen carefully because due to the past circumstance, I believe this was a message that Monique sent to me as if she knew she would be called away by God…. “When I was getting off the expressway yesterday, there was a man at the exit sitting there with his head down. He obviously was homeless. I felt really bad for him – I thought, does this man have family, friends, maybe he’s hungry???…Miriam, it made me think, people in general, that no one is ever completely happy with what they have, with themselves, partners, their homes, etc. Some wish they can have more. People in this world should THANK God for what they have…” Those were her last words to me…I love you Mo, and I will miss you till my last breath of life.
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