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Ann Nelson Date of Birth: May 17, 1971 Position: Bonds Trader For those of you who may not know me, I am Annie’s Mom. That is a title that was conferred on me over thirty years ago when Ann Nicole Nelson came to live on this earth. It is a title that I shall gratefully and proudly wear into eternity. It has been said that parents are a child’s first and most important teachers, but as I stand here at her memorial service, I can only think of all the things that Annie has taught me. One of the first things that Annie taught me was how to play cards. When she was about four, she used to wake me up early in the morning to play “Gold Swish.” Naturally she made up her own rules and always won. I was really too tired to care. From this I learned that it was important to choose your time and place carefully. Strike when your opponent is most vulnerable. I don’t know if you believe in angels, but I do, and I like to think that Annie is with them now, laughing and loving and making up her own rules at cards. Annie taught me to live for today. To remember and learn from the past, plan for the future, but live for today. Many children want to grow up fast, but not Annie. She was wise enough to appreciate her childhood. She relished it. At age five she went through a stage when she wanted a baby brother or sister, but after a while she stopped asking. When I inquired, she simply said, “I’ve changed my mind. I like being the youngest one.” As she grew older and began to contemplate some of the more global issues of life, she never seemed discouraged or overwhelmed. She never asked, “What can one small person do to change the world?” She just took one step at a time and began her journey, dragging us along behind. Now when I consider her accomplishments, I know that I will never again underestimate what one person can do. Annie taught me the significance and power that lies within an individual life. Since September 11th, I have often mentally cried out from the depth of my soul, Annie! Come back and give me a big hug-let’s have one more of our heart-to-heart talks. Let’s take just one more trip together. Then I seem to hear her voice remind me that now she can be with me each time I talk or walk or travel. She can be with all of us now all the time, as long as we keep her in our hearts and minds. “That’s not good enough,” I argue, “I want to see you. You know that I need to see things.” Then I seem to hear her answer, “You will see me.” A little later someone tells me that Cantor Fitzgerald is going to be featured on 20-20. I turn on the TV and sit glued to the screen waiting to see my Annie. But with breaking heart I am disappointed. The program is nearly over and I have not seen even a brochure about her among the missing. Then again I seem to hear her voice say, “Wait”. A story begins about some young girls from Afghanistan being beaten because of their manner of dress. Later I see a group of them that have fled into Pakistan in order to go to school. I look closely into their faces, I listen to their young female teacher explain the great danger they are in–and then I see her. It’s hard at first because their eyes are brown, while hers were sparkly green, their skin and hair are slightly darker and they have covered the lower part of their faces while she wore only a bright smile, but I could see her. The same determination to succeed, the same willingness to go wherever necessary in order to learn. The same belief that the pursuit of knowledge was worth great risk and sacrifice. Even if it meant losing ones life in order to make this world a better place. From this I learn that it is not enough to care only for our own children. We must care for all the children. We must make sure they have food, clothing, shelter, and a good education. During one of Annie’s recent visits back home, she reminded me that I needed to “choose my battles”. The way she lived her life and the way she has transitioned into the next has taught me that we must fight to rid our world of violence, terrorism and fanaticism. We must fight for justice, peace, understanding, and compassion among the people of this earth. We must each do the job that we have been created to do to the best of our ability. The leaders must lead, the warriors must protect, the singers must sing, the painters must paint, the writers must write, the speakers must speak, and the teachers must teach. All of us must pray for divine guidance as we wage this worthy war. Eli Wiesel writes: When we die, go to heaven and meet our maker, he is not going to ask us why we didn’t become a messiah, or discover the cure for some terrible disease. The only thing we’re going to be asked at that precious moment is why didn’t you become you? Annie should have little trouble with this question because she specialized in being herself and bringing out the best in others. These are but some of the things that Annie has taught me. I suspect that she is not finished with me yet. Annie knew that it was important to say thank you. I remember how sincerely and frequently she thanked us for our efforts to help her accomplish her goals. I know she would want us to thank you for being here today and for the many loving things that you have done to help us bear our pain and to make this service beautiful. Most of all, she would want us to thank you for loving her and sharing her time here on earth. For Annie knew that you, her friends and family, were life’s greatest gift to her. please share Annie memories at: http://piecemeal.ath.cx/ann/
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Monthly Archives: April 2014
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Luke Nee Date of Birth: June 25, 1957 Department: Municipal Bonds Position: Operations Manager Luke was a kind and gentle soul who loved life. He was known for his cheerful disposition and for always having a smile for the world. If you needed a helping hand, or a favor, Luke would help you in any way and every way possible. He loved people, and always saw the good in them. Luke loved his family, especially our son Patrick. They were truly best friends, and they had many fun times together. Luke loved a day at the beach, and went there as often as possible. He also loved going to Yankee games with his friends or with Patrick. We had great trips to the city at Christmas time, enjoying the beauty and spirit of the season. Luke was also an avid reader, and would sometimes read two and three books a week. He enjoyed listening to music, especially Rolling Stones and Rod Stewart. He also had a style of dancing that was definitely unique and all his own. Luke also enjoyed Irish rock bands and went to concerts whenever possible. Luke was fortunate to have had numerous lifelong friends. He looked forward to any gathering with his friends, whether it was a drink at Jim Brady’s or a wedding. He truly enjoyed their company, and he loved all of them. Luke was also a dedicated and reliable worker who gave every job his all. He took pride in a job well done and helped many people get jobs and trained many people. He always showed great patience and people were thankful for that. Luke leaves behind a brokenhearted wife, son, mother and father, two sisters and a brother. He is also mourned be his brother and sister-in-laws, seven nieces and nephews, aunts, uncles and many cousins. He is dearly missed by his friends. Luke’s favorite motto was “live and let live”. I wish it were the motto of more people. We will all be together someday and no one will ever take him away from us again. We will love you always,
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Francis Nazario Date of Birth: February 10, 1973 Department: Back Office Operations Position: Manager Fran(k) was born on February 10, 1973 in Jersey City. He lived there his whole life. He worked for Cantor Fitzgerald since 1992. To know him was to love him. His sense of humor, compassion, and love was given to anyone he came in contact with. If you needed him, he was there. If you needed someone to talk to, you could call him. He always lent a helping hand when anyone needed it and offered what seemed to always be the best advice. In times of sadness or distress, his wit could turn tears into tears of laughter in an instant. During the eight months he had with his beloved daughter, Lena, he was the best father in the world. He adored and loved his daughter and could not spend enough time with her. To me he was my confidant, advisor, best friend, and soul mate. He will be greatly missed. I love you Fran, Julie.
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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.
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Edward Charles Murphy Date of Birth: September 25, 1958 Department: Forward Bandwidth Trading and Power Brokerage Position: Managing Director Edward Charles Murphy, age 42. A graduate of Pace University, he started his business career as an independent commodities trader. He joined Martin Bierbaum International in 1988 as a broker and rose to Vice President. In 1994 he joined Noonan Astley & Pearce as Vice President and Broker. He established the first electricity trading group at PVM Energy Group in 1996 and was recruited by Cantor Fitzgerald in 1997 as Managing Director to create their Power Brokerage Services Division. At the time of his death he was responsible for establishing and managing its Forward Bandwidth Desk. Ed was a life-long resident of Clifton, New Jersey. He was the Chairman of the Clifton Traffic Safety Commission and is the former Grand Knight of the Regina Mundi Council of the Knights of Columbus. An avid marathon runner, he competed in the New York City and Boston marathons. Although Ed was a tough negotiator, he had a heart of gold for family, friends and animals. He volunteered for many charitable causes and was a supporter of the arts. With what little free time he had, he could be found on a golf course anywhere in the country. He loved to travel, particularly to the American Southwest where he researched and collected regional art and “investigated” local golf courses. Ed is the son of the late Daniel J. Murphy and is survived by his mother, Evelyn Murphy of Clifton, his brothers, Rev. Daniel W. Murphy of Sparta, NJ, and Richard E. Murphy and sister-in-law, Barbara of Boston, and his nephew, Ryan L. Murphy of Hoboken, NJ.
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Brian Murphy Date of Birth: March 21, 1960 Department: eSpeed Sales After many months of grieving, we continue to mourn Brian’s passing. He was taken from us way too soon. We all still fumble for words to adequately explain what has happened, to explain this intolerable injustice. Brian was one of the best individuals I ever met. He was all good and exuded kindness. In the 10 years I was fortunate to know him and have him as a dear brother-in-law and close friend, I can’t bring to mind one time when he said anything negative about anyone. That is Brian’s essence. He saw the glass half full, his vision was positive, optimistic and upbeat. Brian’s life was a celebration of life; he accomplished many things in his business life, but how he treated his family, and how he went out of his way for others truly represents his heart and moral fiber. Brian loved his family immensely. He loved his parents dearly; his aunt, his sisters and his brother. He visited them regularly in his hometown of Westfield, Mass. He was a devoted son-in-law to my parents Jane and Bill. There was nothing he wouldn’t do for them. His generosity was unbelievable. As a brother-in-law, he was concerned with all the details of my life, and my sister Elizabeth and her husband Eric. He listened and always helped. He was a great uncle to Joshua, Danielle, Zachary and Callahan. He had so much patience. He always made time. His love for his wife, Judy, and his daughters, Jessica and Leila, can’t be adequately described. His love for them was boundless, infinite… Brian’s legacy, I believe, is about Love. One only has to look at Judy, Jessica and Leila, to see Brian’s spirit. He lives on through them. His boundless love for them exists. And as the two beautiful girls grow and develop into honorable adults, Brian lives on through them. He will always be with them.
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Marc A Murolo Position: Government Bonds – Vice President Marc is the beloved son of Angela and Dominick Murolo, devoted brother of Cathy Lynn Roberti and Angelo Murolo, and, loving uncle of Michael and Amanda Murolo. Marc was born in Hoboken and raised in Englewood Cliffs before taking residence in Manhattan. He was an honor student who graduated in 1991 from Bergen Catholic High School and went on to earn a degree in Finance in 1995 from Fairfield University in Connecticut. Marc especially enjoyed home-cooked meals and happy times with his family. His spare time was spent socializing in New York City and golfing with friends. Summers were spent on the Jersey shore at the family beach house, and more recently with college friends. He was an avid Mets fan and sports enthusiast, who enjoyed listening to music. Family and friends will grievously mourn his brilliant spirit and forever hold his memory in their hearts.
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Michael Mullin Date of Birth: December 3, 1973 Position: OTC Trader There are so many words that we can use to describe our relationship to you, but so few words that can describe what you meant to all of us. You knew how to live like no other. You lived life to the fullest. You were larger than life, SIZE, as you used to call it. Your love and passion were obvious in all that you were. It seems like each day gets harder than the next to be without you. We miss you so much. You were given to us as a gift. Your happy, carefree nature had a selfless way of welcoming and comforting those around you. You were full of laughter always and brought happiness wherever you went. You will be remembered for your loyalty, unselfishness, goodness, generosity, sincerity and love. You were able to find the most pleasure from the simplest things in life. Life will never be the same without you, but you have taught each of us how to live better. We miss your tender caring spirit shining in your big blues eyes, and that playful little glint they got when you were teasing each one of us. Your smile seemed to light up your whole face, reminding us of the happy way you had of looking at so many things. Your greatest gift was in your ability to see truly, hear honestly and speak kindly. You never got caught up in the materialistic side of life. You never cared what anyone did but rather who they were. When you spoke, you made people feel like they were the only person in the world. You led a life filled with friends, both at home and at work, who are trying to carry on your amazing spirit. Although you have been taken from us physically, you will always and forever be in our minds and in our hearts, and that can never be taken away from us. We will never forget the unbelievable memories that we shared with you. We love and miss you so much.
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Seth Morris Date of Birth: October 17, 1965 Position: Managing Director Partner, Bond Desk My husband Seth Morris grew up in Milford, Connecticut, the youngest of three boys. He attended Fairfield Preparatory High School where he was an honors student. He played on the hockey team and competed for the state championships in 1983. He always said he had average talent as a player, but it was his drive that made him a great athlete. You could see that drive in everything Seth did. He graduated with high honors from both the University of New Haven and Southern Connecticut State University. Seth was a bond broker for Cantor Fitzgerald. He loved his job and his colleagues. It wasn’t long before Seth was promoted to Managing Director and Partner, one of the youngest on Wall Street at age 34. Seth was an amazing “people person”. He could connect with everyone. He never judged, only made each person he came in contact with feel important. To him, they really were. When confronted in the 1993 bombing blast of the same trade center, not only did he carry a woman down the stairs on his back, but he told jokes along the way to put her and everyone else at ease. Seth had a tremendous amount of energy. He rarely slept more than four hours a night. He could be found working out in his basement gym, renovating our house or just paying bills at 3:00a.m. When I would get on him about the crazy hours he kept, he would say, “Lynn, you can sleep when you are dead.” Seth was all of these great things, but this was not the heart and soul of this man. The heart and soul of Seth revolved around his family. We would have been married 11 years on October 27th and yet it seemed as if we were still on our honeymoon. We have three beautiful children whom Seth cherished. Madilynn, now age 10, Kyle, age 8, and Hayley, age 6. Seth spent every non-working hour with them. If he wasn’t coaching them on the town recreation leagues, he was helping them with their homework, or just rolling on the floor with them. One of the last conversations Seth had was with my brother-in-law, Patrick. They were at the beach on Long Beach Island. As Seth watched his children playing in the sand he was beaming with pride and love. He said, “I know I should be just a father to them, but they really are my best friends.” Seth, you were a wonderful husband and father. My best friend and my biggest fan. My heart is broken without you. I will always love you. -Lynn, Forever your wife My dad meant everything to me. He was the kindest person I knew. He was always there when you needed him. He was always helping people. In the 1993 bombing, my dad helped a lady get out of the building and told jokes to make people feel better. He was my Hero. Daddy, I miss you very much. I’m going to make the best out of it. I love you. -Madilynn, 10 years old My dad was my best friend. He had a way of playing. We played sports every day. I don’t have the words to say how much he meant to me. I love you very much and I miss you. I just wish you could be here now. All my uncles are taking good care of me. Uncle Bobby is going to take me to all of my football games. I went fishing too. You are my hero Dad. -Kyle, 8 years old Daddy I love you. I wish you were here. I’m glad you’re in a happy place with no more bad people. I’ll always be with you and I’ll always be your “biscuit” and “chunky monkey”. I’d like to know how you are doing up there sometime. -Hayley, 6 years old
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Lynne I. Morris Date of Birth: November 24, 1978 Department: Equities Position: P&S Clerk Lynne loved to laugh but even more than that, she lived to love. She loved many and many loved her. She had a gift of looking beyond one’s outward appearance and seeing what truly mattered which was what was on the inside. Her smile and laughter were infectious to everyone around her. Random acts of kindness were part of her everyday life. Lynne, our middle child, had an older sister, Chrissy, and a younger brother, Ed. She lived her whole life in Monroe, New York, growing from a shy little girl who would hardly leave her Mom’s side to an extremely outgoing young woman who struck up conversations with people everywhere she went. Her circle of friends is tremendous, most of whom became like “sisters” and “brothers” to her and our family. When away at college at SUNY Oneonta, she expanded her friends and “family” while still remaining close to her group at home. Even now, she is still expanding our “family” by having brought Mark and his family and friends into our lives. Thank you, Lynne, for everyone you have brought into our lives. Lynne graduated from Oneonta is May 2000 with a Bachelor’s Degree in Business Economics and a minor in Finance and a minor in Marketing. She joined Cantor Fitzgerald in November 2000 and looked forward to moving up the ranks. Lynne, we love you and miss you more than words could ever say. Until we see you again…. Love always, Mom and Dad XXXXOOOO
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