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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