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James Murphy Date of Birth: December 8, 1965 Position: Vice President/Government Bonds Jimmy was the seventh of ten children born into a tightly knit Irish Catholic family. He excelled as an athlete at a very young age spurred on no doubt by the competition in his own house. He earned the “Athlete of the Year” award in his senior year of high school and went on to college with a basketball scholarship. In 1990 he joined Cantor Fitzgerald and began his career on Wall Street. In the following twelve years he amassed an enormous amount of friends at work. It was impossible not to know your neighbors when you practically sat on their lap ten hours a day. I worked for Cantor as well but met Jimmy at the beach in his hometown in 1992. I told my parents that I met the man I was going to marry one whole week after meeting him. He really was that special. The kindest person I have ever known. Honest, true and so much fun to be with. He had a natural talent for making people feel good, feel important, and feel loved. People were drawn to Jimmy. He was always organizing impromptu gatherings whether it be for a quick beer (yeah, right) at a neighborhood bar, a concert, or a barbeque on his parents back deck. Everyone always came. He had a special connection with children. They adored him-most likely because he was a big kid himself. There was no pretense about Jimmy. He was the same person to everyone. I cannot describe the depth of my sorrow and the pain my family and Jimmy’s family is living with. His parents and mine, his seven brothers, two sisters, aunts, uncles, in-laws, nieces, nephews and countless friends are finding it difficult to bear. What a senseless shame that our daughter Morgan had only four years with her Dad. He taught her to swim this past summer and forced her off the diving board as well. Last winter she learned how to make snow angels and build the perfect snowman. He used to take her with him everywhere just to hear the comments of complete strangers about how beautiful she was or how smart. Our son Jimmy Jr. had less than three years with his Daddy. In that short time Jimmy managed to pass down his love of the ocean, the outdoors and Sunday’s spent together on the couch watching football. He also passed on his kindness and beautiful disposition. He is his father’s son. Our unborn child will never know his father’s touch or his immense pride and adoration. It is unbearable for me to think about our children growing up without their father. I want to scream for all the suffering he may have endured and for all the days and nights we won’t have with him. I want to scream for all the plans we had made that I will have to carry out alone. I want to scream for his family and mine who know how special he was and can’t begin to understand how something like this could have happened. Jimmy was a beautiful person. I am so thankful to have had him in my life for the ten years that I did. And for the gifts he gave me-Morgan, Jimmy and the new baby. I will forever keep him alive in their hearts and in mine. Mary, Wife