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Paul J Furmato Date of Birth: October 3, 1963 Department: Institutional Sales Trader Position: Vice President Paul Furmato, 37, was a resident of Colts Neck, New Jersey for the past 8 years. He was born and raised in Hillsdale, New Jersey and graduated from Pascack Valley High in 1982. He graduated from Florida Institute of Technology in 1986. He fell in love with his wife, Cindy, at this college and they were married on September 19, 1987. Paul and Cindy made their home in Colts Neck where thy raised their three beautiful children, Paul Jr., Stephanie, and Theresa. Paul is, also, survived by his parents, Joseph and Margaret of Point Pleasant, his brothers Joseph Jr., of Point Pleasant and Mark of Brielle, and sisters Carol DeBenedictis, of Point Pleasant and Jill Keough of Westwood. Fishing was a life-long passion of Paul’s. He had a love for the sea. He started fishing as a young boy in Point Pleasant with his brothers and continued fishing throughout his life with his entire family. His boat, Quality Time, won the South Jersey Yacht Tournament in Cape May, New Jersey last year. Winning this tournament with his crew, Mark, Joseph, Drew, and Brian, was one of his happiest and proudest moments. Paul enjoyed his work as a Vice President and an Institutional Sales Trader for Cantor Fitzgerald. He had a great deal of respect and admiration for the men he worked with and for his accounts. Besides work, Paul dedicated himself to coaching his son, Paul Jr.’s baseball and basketball teams in Colts Neck. He wanted all of the boys on his team to learn and build confidence in themselves through playing sports. He called each boy his “buddy” and rooted for them as if they were his own children. Paul was a devoted son, grandson, brother, husband, father, employee, coach and friend. He was a man of few words and simple needs who was always kind, caring, and strong. He was loving, tolerant and humble and sought out perfection in everything he did. His family was his strength and his love. He lived to give all of us everything he could. We will miss him always.
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Paul Furmato, 37, was a resident of Colts Neck, New Jersey for the past 8 years. He was born and raised in Hillsdale, New Jersey and graduated from Pascack Valley High in 1982. He graduated from Florida Institute of Technology in 1986. He fell in love with his wife, Cindy, at this college and they were married on September 19, 1987. Paul and Cindy made their home in Colts Neck where thy raised their three beautiful children, Paul Jr., Stephanie, and Theresa. Paul is, also, survived by his parents, Joseph and Margaret of Point Pleasant, his brothers Joseph Jr., of Point Pleasant and Mark of Brielle, and sisters Carol DeBenedictis, of Point Pleasant and Jill Keough of Westwood.
Fishing was a life-long passion of Paul’s. He had a love for the sea. He started fishing as a young boy in Point Pleasant with his brothers and continued fishing throughout his life with his entire family. His boat, Quality Time, won the South Jersey Yacht Tournament in Cape May, New Jersey last year. Winning this tournament with his crew, Mark, Joseph, Drew, and Brian, was one of his happiest and proudest moments. Paul enjoyed his work as a Vice President and an Institutional Sales Trader for Cantor Fitzgerald. He had a great deal of respect and admiration for the men he worked with and for his accounts. Besides work, Paul dedicated himself to coaching his son, Paul Jr.’s baseball and basketball teams in Colts Neck. He wanted all of the boys on his team to learn and build confidence in themselves through playing sports. He called each boy his “buddy” and rooted for them as if they were his own children.
Paul was a devoted son, grandson, brother, husband, father, employee, coach and friend. He was a man of few words and simple needs who was always kind, caring, and strong. He was loving, tolerant and humble and sought out perfection in everything he did. His family was his strength and his love. He lived to give all of us everything he could. We will miss him always.
I feel very fortunate to have known Paul Furmato for the past 6 years. He was simply the most decent and generous friend I had. Paul was quiet by nature, but incredibly energetic, organized and focused, quick to volunteer and follow through. Paul could, and did, accomplish more in 2 hours than most people could in a day.
He was devoted to his wife, Cindy and 3 children: Paul, Stephanie and Theresa. Although Paul’s life was tragically and senslessly cut short, he set an example in the honest, selfless and dignified way he lived his life. I only hope I can be half the husband, father and friend Paul Furmato was. Paul, you will not be forgotten.
Please accept our sorrow at the loss of your husband & father. Bert and “Paulie” worked together a number of years in ITD. Bert works in the LA office and spoke highly of and frequently about “Paulie”. I don’t think I ever met Paul but felt like I’ve known him forever. Bert and Paul were two birds of a feather. They were/are two of the finest stock traders on Wall Street, and two of the most dedicated!! Bert and Paulie often spoke of retiring soon, Bert because it was time… Paulie because he wanted to. Paul wanted to spend time with all of you. We hope that your memories will sustain the love you feel and the times you shared. We will always be here for you. We wish you love and strength. Our Love,
Peg and Bert Chappell
Dear Cindy, Paulie, Stephanie, and Theresa,
In reflecting about Paul, there are many things to say, but most important is that he loved you unconditionally and very, very much. It is a love that will never leave you as Paul will always be alive in your hearts forever and his spirit embedded in your souls. His life, while much too short, is a gift and a blessing for you and his friends as we have been enriched by his presence in our lives. I am very grateful to have been his friend.
To love Paul, is to love all of you. Always. Pam and Rich
Today, Thanksgiving Day, I am grateful for almost 38 years of pure love and devotion from a wonderful son. He will be with me forever. Love you Paul.
Mom
HIS NAME WAS……….
Perfect father
Adoring husband
Understanding brother
Loving son
Faithful friend
Unrelenting tease
Respected leader
Much loved coach
Admired co-worker
Trusted neighbor
Our hero and son-in-law
Loved, mourned, missed but not forgotten.
Marge and Al Rivard
There are not enough words that can properly portray and give justice to all that he was and is. And there is not a day that goes by that I don’t think of him. We shared a path together and for that I am grateful. Yet, even though I, and all those that were touched by him, were blessed, it’s just not enough.
A warm and reassuring smile, eyes that glowed of sincerity and compassion, a heart that was larger than his body could hold, were just but a part of him. A man that lived his life for love and devotion to family. Truly a man to be remembered and revered.
To Cindy and Family,
While no one can begin to fathom your loss, I hope and pray that the pain quickly turns to the warmth of the sweet and countless memories.
A few years back, my husband, John, would come home saying that he tries and tries, but this guy, “Paul Furmato” that he started sitting with, is just not happy with his work. As the years went by, John’s challenge was to earn respect from Paul. It was important for John to gain Paul’s respect because John had so much respect for Paul. John admired Paul because he liked that he was a great family man. Paul made it obvious that his family came first – this was something John could relate to. John also admired Paul for his trading brilliance. John would come home saying, “He’s so good, you gotta see this guy, he’s never wrong.”
I grew to like Paul for making Cantor a happier place for John to work. The last few years of working with Paul and even more recently with their new co-worker, Marty Boryczewski, was problably the most satisfying time for John as a trader. I grew to respect Paul as he took a sincere interest in developing perfection in John’s trading abilities and carefully helped John to achieve his goals. I was fortunate to meet Paul and his family last year. It was a pleasure meeting Paul and Cindy, another couple as happy and as in love as John and I. I also enjoyed watching Paul with his children. The love and pride he has for his children, and they for him, was clear that day. Yes, John, Paul is a great guy, I agree, and for how he treated and cared for you, and in turn me and our two babies, I thank him and with this tribute, his family.
Cousin Paul,
I want to thank you for always treating your Uncle Bucky, Aunt George, Cousin Joseph and especially ME with kindness, love & sincere respect.
I will always remember our special times together. Especially summers at the shore house. At around 3:00pm daily we would watch General Hospital together and then go for Hoffman’s icecream sundaes. Even though you had your two pals Joseph & Mark, you still always counted me in.
Paul, you will always remain in my heart & soul FOREVER! I will never forget you.
Love, Georgie Girl
Many years ago three boys, two of them brothers (Paul and Mark) and their cousin Joe, had a magical childhood. Each year as school ended, they and their families packed up and moved into their summer home at the Jersey shore. Each day the boys swam, fished, skiied, played wiffle ball and basketball together. The one constant was the boys were together. In fact everyone on the block new them simply as “the boys”. They shared all of life’s lessons together, good and bad. The most important lesson they learned was the tradition and value of family. Each of the boys had loving, wonderful parents who tought them the lessons they needed to learn to someday raise their own families. Paul embodied what his parents taught him. Family was first and foremost in his heart and he was the perfect family man. Prior to 9/11 I thought about the days of our childhood together from time to time, but since 9/11 I think about them quite often. On that tragic day, I lost a brother, not a biological brother, but a brother in every other sense of the word. Until recently, I found it difficult to think of Paul without shedding a tear, but now I think of Paul with a smile, for the wonderful memories of Paul are locked deep in my heart and will always be with me. I think of Paul everyday and miss him deeply. Someday, as in our childhood, we shall all be together again in our ultimate destinies.
I AM SO GRATEFUL FOR HAVING A LITTLE BROTHER THAT I WATCHED PLAYING SO PEACEFULLY WITH ALL OF US. THE MEMORIES OF YOU LAUGHING OVER GAMES THAT USED YOUR IMAGINATION INSTEAD OF VIDEOES OR ELECTRONICS. HOURS OF PLAYING, SO HAPPY, WITH US WILL NEVER BE ERASED FROM MY MIND.
I AM SO GRATEFUL FOR THE WAY YOU GREW UP TO BE SUCH A FOCUSED TEENAGER. SPORTS WERE THE WINTER PASSION THEN DURING THE SUMMER WE HAD THE EPITOME OF HAPPINESS AND FUN. FISHING, CRABBING, WATER SKIING, SEINING, BOATING, BODY SURFING, SWIMMING, JUMPING OFF THE DOCK AND MORE PLAYING WITH BROTHERS, SISTERS AND COUSINS MADE YOU THE PERSON THAT YOU TURNED OUT TO BE.
I AM SO GRATEFUL FOR THE ENDLESS FISHING STORIES. I WILL NEVER FORGET THE STORIES OF THE LONG FISHING TRIPS, THE CHUM SLICK, THE ROUGH SEA, BIG WAVES AND THE DESCRIPTION OF THE DEEP BLUE SEA. I LISTENED AND WATCHED THE MOVIES AND LOVED THE EXCITEMENT OF YOUR VOICE.
I AM SO GRATEFUL FOR YOUR FRIENDSHIP WITH DREW. I WATCHED YOU TWO TALK ABOUT SO MANY DIFFERENT THINGS AND I JUST LOVED HEARING YOUR VOICE. YOU ALWAYS MADE HIM FEEL SO SPECIAL. I FELT SO MUCH CLOSER TO YOU BECAUSE OF YOUR BOND WITH DREW.
I AM SO GRATEFUL FOR ALL OF THE MEMORIES. I WILL THINK OF YOU EVERY TIME THAT I LOOK AT THE RIVER AND REMEMBER YOU ON THE FLYING BRIDGE WAVING GOOD-BYE GOING TO YOUR NEXT ADVENTURE.
I AM SO GRATEFUL FOR THE HEROIC BROTHER THAT YOU WILL ALWAYS BE.
ETERNALLY YOURS, SISTER CAROL
“Surely I will find you,
in the bright blue eyed
morning of summer
For as summer is,
so you will be
more beautiful
for the long waiting”
I will hold the memory of my Brother Paul forever in my heart and never let it go.
My younger Brother who I admired, looked up to and am so proud of the man he became.
Forever, Your Sister Jill
FOR CINDY, PAUL’S WIFE AND THEIR 3 ADORABLE CHILDREN, PAULIE, STEPHANIE & THERESA AND FOR HIS BROTHERS JOSEPH & MARK AND HIS SISTERS CAROL & JILL AND THEIR WIVES & HUSBANDS AND CHILDREN AND TO PEGGY & JOEY, PAUL’S SO PROUD PARENTS, WORDS CANNOT EXPRESS THE GRIEF I FEEL FOR YOU ALL. THERE IS NOT A DAY THAT GOES BY THAT ALL OF YOU AREN’T ON MY MIND. PAUL WAS A WONDERFUL SON, HUSBAND, FATHER & TO SO MANY, A GOOD FRIEND. I WILL ALWAYS REMEMBER THOSE MANY SUMMERS AT THE SHORE, AT THE BEACH, IN YOUR SUMMER HOUSE, IN OUR POOL WITH OUR CHILDREN ALWAYS PLAYING “MARCO POLO.” YOUR FAMILY IS SO VERY IMPORTANT TO ME AS I LOVE ALL OF THEM SO VERY MUCH. YOU ALL HAVE SO MUCH LOVE FOR EACH OTHER AND YOU ARE SO BLESSED TO HAVE THAT FOR NOT EVERY FAMILY DOES. PAUL MADE YOU ALL SO PROUD AND THAT IS WHAT YOU WILL ALWAYS CHERISH. HE CERTAINLY WAS A LOVING SON. MY HEART GOES OUT TO ALL OF YOU AND I WISH I COULD TAKE YOUR PAIN AWAY. BUT, YOU HAVE SO MUCH LOVE WITHIN YOUR FAMILY, I KNOW PAUL IS WITH YOU ALWAYS AND HE WILL ALWAYS BE MISSED. HIS PARENTS, PEGGY & JOE, CERTAINLY RAISED SUCH A WONDERFUL MAN AND HAVE SO MUCH TO BE PROUD FOR AS HE WAS A PERFECT SON AND HIS MEMORY WILL BE HERE FOREVER. LOVINGLY, BRENDA
For five happy years, Paul was our neighbor. We became fast friends. Our families ate, played and took trips together. So, when he announced in the Spring of 2001 that he was moving, we were distraught. But Paul gently consoled us, “Hey, it’s not as far away as you think. It’s only down the block. We’ll still be near each other!?” We were thrilled they were staying in Colts Neck. In July, they moved across town; but we still ate, played and even planned a trip to Disney together. Then came 9/11 and Paul moved again: this time to Heaven. Our grief is bearable only because we firmly believe that, if he could, Paul would again gently console us and say, “Hey, Heaven is not exactly down the block but it’s really not as far away as you think. We still are near each other.” Paul, you’re right again. Friends are never really separated. You’re still here with us and we are there with you.
Thirty eight years ago you came into my life and also my heart. What a beautiful baby you were. I knew then you would become a loving, kind and handsome young man. Your loving parents Peggy and Joey bestowed upon me the special honor of being your Godmother, what a thrill that was for me. I felt God had given me another son. Rembering those special summers we shared together at our summer home, especially the precious times my children Joseph and Georgie Girl spent with you and your sweet siblings, Joseph, Carol, Jill Mary and Mark. Even though Uncle Bucky sometimes would work on Thanksgiving Day, I knew my holiday would be pleasureable and easy, because of you, always at my side helping preparing the Thanksgiving feast for our family. Paul, you will always be a shining star forever in my heart. With everlasting love, till we meet again.
In Memory Of Uncle Paul
A Dear Uncle, A Dear Brother, A Dear Son, A Dear Friend, A Dear Husband and a Dear Father.
Waits for us on the other side of life.
One by one we will meet him when the time is right.
Once we meet him again our face will glow with light.
Once again our dearest Paul will be in our sight.
Thank you Uncle Paul for taking me to the dolphins.
Jillian
Our friend Paul lived every minute of his life to the fullest and often left many wondering how he was able to do it all. Paul empowered all the people around him with his strength. Perhaps that is why we all miss him so. Paul touched each of our lives in a special way. When my husband Allen started to “slack” off around the house I knew it was time for a visit at the Furmato house, as a little of Paul would always rub off on him. You’ve gotta love a man who comes to your house for dinner and ends up doing the dishes. My latest memories of Paul are when he recently took time at the end of his busy day to teach our daughter Alexandra to ride a bicycle. She learned in two days, thanks to Paul. All the kids looked up to Paul as he always gave them quality time (even when a different kid would show up at his dinner table most nights). For my dearest friend, Paul’s wife Cindy I can only comfort her and tell her how lucky she is to have Paul in her heart. Paul has given her an inner strength which she and the children will come to lean on. Perhaps the greatest gift of all besides his deepest love. Paul, we love and miss you very much, but you will remain in our hearts forever.
I sit here with a heavy heart, but as the memories flood my head, I smile. I remember the first day I met Paul. He was coming down those long concrete stairs leading to the playground, Mark and his mom at his side. That was the first day of kindergarten, where it all started.
I remember wrestling on his lawn as kids, on the Valley Fair side of those tall evergreens his parents had in the front. It never mattered who won or lost, although I think I may have lost more times than not.
I remember Paul and Mark waiting on the corner of Legion Pl. and St. Nicholas, so we could all walk to school together, some days it was just the two of us, other days it would be a small mob.
I remember standing at the bottom of Palm St. watching him come down the hill dribbling his basketball, the sound of the bounces out of sync with his hands, sometimes I thought that ball was a part of his hand.
I remember playing football on Legion Pl., Chris Gracen was always the steady Q.B. There were times when we would be eight on eight and we’d play until dark 12 months a year even in the rain. Paul always wanted to draw the plays with a stick in the dirt, like a field general.
I remember that we’d always have a weekend night to hang out together, even if there wasn’t a party to go to, and as we found girlfriends there was still time for us to be friends. We even had a stupid name that we called ourselves… Alfurini.
I remember that even as we went in different
directions as far as college was concerned we’d be able to pick up right where we left off without missing a beat, our bond was strong.
I remember about a month after Paul and Cindy were married, Eddie Mazzella told me he had never seen one person smile as much as Paul did. I guess being in love with Cindy made him that happy. Thirty-three years of friendship gave me a lifetime of warm memories. As I think of one, ten more come to mind and even if I can’t write them all down I can still remember them, but most of all I remember Paul.
Paul, when I think of you I see your smiling face in the halls of Pascack Valley saying “hello”, you knew I was your brother’s “girl”. Mark and I met the first couple of weeks upon starting high school and within a month you were soon part of my life as Mark and I began to fall in love. You were only a Sophmore then but you seemed so much older and I would always get a warm feeling when you would acknowledge a freshman! Well the years went on and the brothers played sports and I went to the games and I met my future in-laws and I felt like I belonged with all of them. Then the driving years began, I remember Paul gave Mark and I rides in his silver Pinto and how cute he looked driving in his green and white varsity jacket, I then remember turning to look at Mark in the passenger seat and knowing how happy he was to be with his brother. And how can one ever forget the boat rides on the 16′ Wellcraft on the Manasquan River and all the times you laughed at me falling off the water skies. When college brought you down to Florida, the spring breaks we spent with you were always fun and introduced Cindy into our lives, we knew she was different then the rest and she made you very happy. Thank you for being Mark’s best man and best friend. I know you lived, I know you loved, I know you acheived your goals and I know you were a great brother and friend to me that I will regretably miss. . Love, Michelle
We were neighbors for seven years. Paul and Joey were always cleaning the cars and the garage. The only difference was Paul’s garage was always cleaner. We always teased that you could eat off the floors. Joseph has wonderful memories of Paul, he taught him how to fish; he’ll never forget how Paul let him drive the boat. We miss hearing that vacuum early Saturday morning. We all miss you Paul, not a day goes by that we don’t think about all the wonderful times we had together. I can’t get the image of your smile out of my head. We love you and will always miss you.
I knew Paul at Pascack Valley High School. He was a year younger than I but I was fortunate to have shared a few classes with him and of course the football games and parties. He was then, what he seems to have been as a grown man, very kind, thoughtful, smart, handsome, pleasant, one of the most decent guys I knew in high school. After high school, we all went our separate ways, but no matter where we go we take a little of each other everywhere. I often thought about Paul and how his life was going. It saddens me terribly to know he is gone. He used to always tell me in our history class, “Fran, it’s all about stocks, that’s how you make the money” (such insight for a 16 year old in the early 80’s) so it didn’t surprise me to learn that as an adult he was a successful trader in NYC. It also doesn’t surprise me to read all of the wonderful tributes by his friends and family. He was an outstanding person. He left this world too soon. I only wish peace and comfort to his beautiful wife and family. I will keep you all in my prayers. Rest peacefully Paul, you were a good friend.
Although we never met Paul personally, his character was conveyed to us in volumes merely by the expression on Marty’s face as Marty would talk about Paul. Marty Boryczewski, our son and brother worked with Paul.
Paul, we thank you for being such an inspiration to Marty and for being his mentor. Thank you for the stories you and Marty shared, because Marty so wholeheartedly shared them with us. Marty had a passion for bass fishing and you shared your love of the ocean and deep sea fishing with him. We have been given the most precious gift from you, a picture of Marty on the back of your boat, smiling as he enjoyed his heaven on earth, fishing, as he caught a 110 pound tuna down the shore with you on Labor Day.
Marty loved working with you and held you in such high regard. He valued your work ethics and cherished your friendship. Thank you for being such a significant influence on his life, we are so proud of him.
Our hearts, thoughts and prayers are with you and your family.
Krystyna, Michael, Julie & Michele Boryczewski
3-11-06
Paul,
It has been such a long time now since I have seen you. I think of you everyday. I often think about the last few weeks of summer before 9-11 and am so grateful that we had that time together. Your children are growing up to be young adults and whenever I spend time with them I talk of you. I tell them little bits and peices of our childhood and let them know how proud you would be of them.
Mom, Dad and all your brothers and sisters talk
about you constantly we tell stories to keep your memory close but the pain is still constant.
The river is starting to show signs of spring and every once in a while you’ll see a single boat daring to be out and all thoughts turn to you.
Jill
Paul,
Happy Birthday in Heaven. My thoughts and prayers are with you and your family. May God hold you in the palm of His hand.
Paul,
It is now October 2008 we attended the memorial services in NYC on September 11th
The WTC site is being rebuilt but looking at the faces of the families it seems as raw as it did 7years ago
You are missed terribly by your family. Our babies are growing up some are off to college, some have married and the sadness of you not being here to share in it is felt by all.
Not a day has gone by that your name doesn’t come up. Whether it’s daddy telling a
story, a funny memory or the sadness of not having you here
Your name is spoken.
You will never be forgotten.
Your sister,
Jill
9/11/12 – Gone but not forgotten. Rest in Peace bro’ and may God bless your family. Always!