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Stacey Peak Date of Birth: September 4, 1965 Position: Power Broker It is very hard for me to find the right words to express what I feel for Stacey because she is so very special to me. She’s the “articulate” one in the family. Stacey was our only college graduate in the Peek Family and we were very proud of her. She could clearly express in a few words, what I could never say well in a page. I was 13 when Stacy was born. She was the 6th child and the baby. My mom was 40 and my Dad 52, their “late-in-life” baby. But boy was that baby a blessing to our family! I worshipped her from the day she was born, just as the rest of my family did. The stringy long red hair, freckles scattered on her nose, arms, and fingers, her long skinny legs, the playful smile, and always so full of life. I thought she was the cutest, smartest, funniest, coolest kid I’d ever seen. A spark of life and love sent from above. My job in the summer and weekends was to baby sit Stacey when my mom was working. She went almost everywhere with me, swimming, dragging Main and hanging out with my friends. I couldn’t have loved her more had she been my own daughter. I adored her. She was the daughter I never had, and as we grew older, my best friend, the absolute best thing in this life! If you knew Stacey well, you loved her forever, and would never get enough of her. She was tender hearted and thoughtful, open and honest, sincere and warm and loving. She was bright and witty, observant, a quick learn. She was sweet, vulnerable, fragile at times. She was a wonderful friend, considerate, and she cherished her friendships. She worshipped her mother and so loved all of her family. She was spiritual and spirited, hungry to learn and grow to be the best person that she could be in this life. Always searching for the answers, or the questions. What was really important in life, how to give back, how to become the person Jesus wanted you to be? She was beautiful inside and out. She had dreams and pursued them. She was complex, analytical, dramatic, serious, deep, sometimes moody and dark. Yet she was so easy and comfortable to be around. She enjoyed the simple things in life – watching a great movie, visiting with her family, talking on the phone with people she loved, telling funny stories about her dog Jon Jon or about her mom, reading a good book or magazine, having drinks at the local bar with her friends or co-workers, listening to a beautiful song, a sad song or a poem, laying on the beach or eating her favorite crispy crème donut or peanut butter bagel. She was interesting, a story teller and loved to laugh. She was funny, entertaining, playful and spontaneous, so much fun to be with. She was ambitious and dedicated, a hard worker, totally devoted to her customers. She was tough in ways, yet not really tough, proud and humble, forgiving of others, too hard on herself. She was not afraid to do what she though was right, even if others did not agree. She had attitude and style and strengths and weaknesses. She had such a passion and an eagerness to live life to the fullest, to learn, to change – to experience all she could. She was flawed and human, the best gift God could give you in this world. She was full of love and wanted to be loved. My life changed forever that day, as so many lives did. I know Stacey is in a better place free of worry and sorrow, trying to watch over us now; but her absence from our lives is unbearable beyond words. She will always fill my heart and soul with so many memories of love and what is good in this world, and she will forever be the best part of my life. Toni Peak, Stacey’s sister Stacey was my youngest daughter. I had five children before she was born. She was a midlife baby. By the time Stacey was 12, the other brothers and sisters had left home. My oldest son Joe was killed in an automobile accident. He was only 18 when we lost him. Stacey was 2 years old at the time. Stacey and I had such a wonderful relationship. She lived with me until she was 30. My husband passed away when I was 56 and Stacey was 15. Stacey attended college, but commuted from home and also worked. She had been away from home for only 6 years when September 11th happened. We were more than mother and daughter, we were soul mates. We could talk to each other about anything. We talked on the phone at least three times a week. If I was down, she could always make me feel better. We visited each other often, every chance we got. She always had amusing stories to tell and expressed herself so well. Our times together were full of laughter. She had a wonderful personality and always had a big smile on her face. She had her down times too, but they didn’t last long. Stacey worked for Cantor Fitzgerald on the 105th floor of the North Tower as a power broker. Prior to moving to New York she worked as a broker in Louisville, Kentucky and Houston, Texas. I will always be so very grateful to Randy and Gail who Stacey worked for when she moved to Houston. They took her under their wings and treated her as one of their family. She thought of them as being very special friends. On the morning of September 11th, my phone rang about 5 minutes before 9AM. I thought it might be Stacey calling because she called early from work sometimes if things weren’t too busy. When I answered it was Stacey and she said in a very concerned voice, “Mom, our building is on fire and we may be trapped in here! I just wanted to tell you how much I love you.” Then we were cut off before I could say anything. I will never ever forget her call. Her words are replayed in my mind every day and it haunts me. There is such a void in my life now. All of my memories of Stacey are happy ones and will stay with me forever. Bobbie Peak, Stacey’s mother
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Hashmukhrai “Hash” Parmar Date of Birth: January 3, 1953 Position: Senior Project Manager Our lives have changed forever since Sept. 11, without your presence and your magical smile! Hash was a loving husband and a devoted father whose life was centered around his family. He loved spending all his free time with his two sons. He was everything to us, we are lost without him..He played a very big role in everything his sons did! He never missed their basketball/soccer games, music concerts, school plays and he always carried his camcorder. He was very proud of them.. He was the warmest and happiest person I ever knew who was always smiling and always had something nice to say.. Darling, you are in a special place with God, may your soul rest in peace. We know in our hearts that the light from you will always be shining upon us. I will always cherish all the memories we had together since the first day I met you in London. Miss you sorely and will always love you with all my heart.. Bharti May your mother’s blessing always be with you.
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Richard Palazzolo Date of Birth: February 18, 1962 Position: Bond Broker Rico was a very special son and brother to his identical twin Ronny and sister Maria. We miss him very much and because he was taken with nothing, we remain with nothing but special memories. There is no closure for us, but be sure we feel him close and he always will be with us. Love you Rico,
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Robert Emmett Parks Jr. Date of Birth: April 22, 1954 Position: Bond Broker “At this moment, words cannot express the loss of my oldest son. Naturally, I both love and miss my son.” Mary Elizabeth Fitzhenry Parks, Mr. Parks’ mother “My brother Bob woke up every day, eager to work and endeavor. He loved the energy of NYC. He’s a great all-around guy”. David, Bob Parks’ brother “My brother Bob had an unbelievable memory not only in work and school-related issues, but also for sports trivia. Through his many colleagues both on Wall Street and globally, tons of whom knew him rather well, they could ring him up and get the correct answer about whom it was who hit a homerun at any U.S. stadium, threw the winning touchdown, or even which horse and owner won any Triple Crown. And though his mind simply brimmed with facts about sports, he was also no slouch on the movement of the stock market since 1929.” Carol Parks Clancy, Bob Parks’ sister “Bobby was the quintessential of all that is good – a wonderful, gentle family man, a man of wisdom, virtue and faith. I could talk with him into infinity about anything on every given subject. He was always there for not only me, but his entire family, always with his smiling and charismatic self style.” Elizabeth (Betsy) Parks, Bob Parks’ sister “My brother Bobby always encouraged me to stay focused. In fact, we both had begun new jobs at the same time last year. He always put his children, Bridgette and Kevin, first in life.” Lauren Fitzhenry Parks, His youngest sister At age 47, Robert Emmett Parks, Jr., was the father of 2 teenagers. He was content to barbecue burgers on the pool deck of his home in Middletown NJ. His enthusiasm for education and sports played out through his encouragement with his children. His 16 year old daughter, Bridgette Parks, is a successful high school team swimmer as well as a summer lifeguard. Bob attended her swim meets and helped time her, train her, and cheer her on. Bob was also very involved in the education and sports of his 14 year-old son, Kevin Robert Parks. He was a coach for Kevin’s teams. He coached for the Middletown Youth Athletic Association for many years. Appropriately so, Bob was given an award for his parental involvement. He was a communicant of St. Catherine’s Church, Holmdel, NJ, where his family are parishioners. Bob had been a personally successful golfer, belonging to Bamm Hollow Country Club. He himself had played varsity basketball and football at St. Peter’s Preparatory School in Jersey City. And he went on to play sports in College and while attaining his Master Degree. He had been a NY Jets fan since their inception.
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George Paris Date of Birth: November 11, 1967 Department: Purchase/Sales of Govt. Bonds George Paris was born on November 11, 1967 to Michail and Rose. He grew up in Brooklyn and Queens in the Greek Orthodox tradition. He loved to play baseball and football with his friends in Brooklyn, and the friends he made lasted his whole lifetime. When he got older he became interested in playing the drums. Later on he played with many bands in nightclubs around Manhattan. After high school, he got his Bachelor’s degree in Business from Baruch College. In 1990 he met Christina, and they dated for 11 years while they both went to school, Christina studying Veterinary Technology and George studying Business and Finance at C.W. Post campus of Long Island University. During those years they had fun taking Christina’s daughter Stacey to Disneyland and other places, horseback riding, hiking, traveling to Greece and London, going to plays and comedy clubs in the city, and just being in love. George and Christina got married in June of 2001, and had baby Constantina the same year. She had only three months with her father. George was working for Cantor Fitzgerald, and only one semester away from his MBA degree when he was taken from this world by terrible hatred. He is very much missed by his family and friends, but will always be remembered for his love of life, silly sense of humor, loyalty, and generosity. Rest in peace, George.
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Vinod Parakat Date of Birth: April 26, 1967 Department: Central Development Position: Programmer There are no words to explain how much we miss you…
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Edward J. Papa Date of Birth: July 1, 1954 Department: Government Securities Position: Vice President, Partner Dad, We’re not ready to say goodbye to you, and never could we imagine that it would be in such a way. This incomprehensible tragedy has touched not only us, our family and friends, but has brought anguish to the lives of so many others as well. In the face of hopelessness, we must depend upon the intense closeness that we share as a family to get us through the coming days. We have been blessed with an incredible family, for which we have been thankful throughout our lives. The strength, love, humor, and care that have always filled our home has continually amazed not only us, but everyone who our family has touched. In bearing witness to the love that you and mom have always shared and shined upon us, we have learned to be good, kind and humble human beings. Sincerity, kindness and humility have been at the root of everything you brought to this world, shining through in your smile, your voice and your eyes. Ever since we were small, we knew that we had a strong father who would protect us and never allow us to feel alone or scared. We remember you putting us to bed as children, chasing the monsters from our heads with the soothing lullabies of James Taylor as we’d lie upon your chest, smelling your scent, and listening to your heart beat, the rhythm of safety. As we grew and began to traverse our individual paths, you never ceased to guide, support and love the women we have become. We each looked forward to the car rides back and forth from college or airports or basketball tournaments, when each of us could have you to ourselves for a few hours, as you played us your favorite songs, told us stories of your life, and passed on your wisdom. Liz, Michelle and I looked forward to your surprise phone calls, just to check up on us and tell us you loved us, while Kacee and mom enjoyed your company every day at home, be it at the dinner table or relaxing together on the weekends. We all remember you playing the guitar Michael Hart gave you, your sweet voice as it filled the room with James Taylor, Neil Young and Jackson Browne. We vividly recall the quintessential image of you as you barbequed on our deck, whether it be on a hot summer day or frigid winter night. The traditions we shared as a family were very special to all of us: the enormous Sunday dinners, the holidays shared with our wonderful extended family, the SPECTACULAH vacations on the Vineyard that meant so much; our times at the Vineyard were the portion of each year set aside solely to eat, drink, be merry and let the love of our family and friends saturate the air around us. Dadzo, you’ve taken such great care of us, always putting us and mom before yourself. You were an amazing provider, never were we in want or need of anything. You’ve shown us what it means to be generous, thoughtful, selfless and compassionate. You learned from your own parents, our beloved Grama and Poppy, the importance of opening your arms and your heart to anyone who would come into our home. You opened the door of 60 Highwood to all of our friends, frying up Eddie McMuffins for one and all and offering paternal affection for those in need. You gave so freely of yourself to others, yet you also allowed for a bit of self-indulgence in life. You taught us to live each day to the fullest. The resounding glow of your spirit will live on in each one of us, in every moment of every day, in everything that we do. We know you will always be here with us, for the rest of our lives, holding our hands, encouraging us to follow our dreams and the paths that we choose. We will take care of mom and we will take care of each other, as you have taken care of us all these years. We love you so much Dadzo.
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