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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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Fred Gabler DOB: 3-3-1971 Position: Equity Partner, OTC Trading Desk Fred and I grew up like any brother and sister, teasing, antagonizing and fighting. And my mom would say “be good to each other because you will always have each other”. She used to make us hug and kiss each other good bye whenever we were going separate ways. For a long time, I thought this was so silly. As we grew up and our bond strengthened, I no longer needed my mother to tell me to hug or kiss him..I just wanted to on my own. I loved and respected my brother more than anyone I have ever known. I cannot believe that I will no longer be able to hug and kiss him because …he was always supposed to be there…. Many knew that Fred loved to gamble from Atlantic City to Vegas, football, basketball…if there was a game, he would bet on it. In life, he was so often a lucky winner, that in gambling, he figured that he would usually be a lucky winner as well. I was thinking about this and really comparing it to our lives. The sad irony here is that life itself is one large game of roulette. We just never know what variety of roulette we are going to play on a given day; whether we will come out even, win big or lose. On September 11, we lost bigger than we ever imagined possible. We lost a great man, I lost the greatest brother and my best friend. Just 24 hours before this horror, I was on the phone with Fred. We were trying to pick a night to have dinner this week. While we were speaking, he told me that he was psyched for the fall—it was his favorite time of year. He could play golf one day on the weekend and he could enjoy the crisp air. But most importantly, he could sit on the couch and watch FOOTBALL! For him, this was the best thing about the fall—football season. A friend recently told me that he believed that once we left earth, we go to another place, and be whatever we want. This doesn’t mean wings, angels and harps. So, I believe that Fred is at a different football stadium each day—in the front row of course, with the Jack Daniels flowing and Bruce Springsteen blaring! Good bye my darling Fred…I miss you terribly, we all do. You are now, as you always was ..my guardian angel…
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