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Dennis M. Edwards
DOB: 4-28-1966
My husband, Dennis, was born in Huntington, New York, on April 28, 1966. He was raised in Huntington with his brother and three sisters. He was usually called “Den” by family and friends. Although the youngest of five children, Den was the go to person. He was a happy go lucky guy and a true constant in the lives of those fortunate enough to have known him. His calming presence and maturity was a benefit to everyone around him. Den was the epitome of a “people person”. He was always there for us, for trivial and serious matters alike. Nothing was too big or small for Den to tackle with his whole heart. Throughout the sixteen years that I knew him, first as a best friend and then as a husband, I never once met someone who did not like him. He made a point of knowing the names of everyone he met and frequently told me, “Everybody is God’s somebody”. Whether you were the CEO of a successful company, the foreman of a lumber yard, or the local deli clerk, he treated you with the same utmost respect and reverence. He remembered things that were important to each individual person and made sure he let you know it when speaking with you. If you were happy, Den was just as happy for you if not more. When you hurt, Den hurt with you and would do whatever he could to ease your pain. I often wonder how Den would have navigated his emotions had he survived 9/11/01, having suffered the tremendous loss of so many of his coworkers and friends. Den’s one and only job out of college was working at Cantor as a government bond trader. He happily started his two hour commute everyday with a smile and returned home the same way every workday. He loved his colleagues and they quickly became “family” over the course of his thirteen years at Cantor. Den was suppose to be home on 9/11/01, watching our daughter, while I was away on a business trip. The last minute cancellation of my business trip found Den returning to work. Den loved life but he loved nothing more than our then two year old daughter, Alexa Marie. From the second Alexa was born, Den spent every waking minute with her. He would rush home from work to read books and put her down for the night. If she had already fallen asleep, he would just hold her. On weekends, the two of them were off to Home Depot. There time together was much too short but there connection was undeniably unbreakable, even in death. Alexa has his green eyes, dimple chin, kind heart, love of music, passion for people, willingness to help others and love for life. She reminds me of Den everyday. While she has not one personal memory of her dad, I can assure Den that his family and friends keep his memory alive with old pictures and endless stories of you. Den carried the good torch, shining brightly wherever he went, and Alexa will continue to carry it for him! Thank you Den for the greatest gift I have ever received from anyone. For as long as we live, people will know your name and honor your memory. |
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