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Edward Brennan Date of Birth: April 28, 1964 Department: Government Bonds Position: Vice President Edward A. “Ted” Brennan, III was born on April 28, 1964 in Elizabeth, New Jersey. The oldest of four children, he grew up in Sea Girt, New Jersey at the Jersey Shore, a place Ted loved, was so proud of, and where his parents still reside. Ted graduated from Portsmouth Abbey School in 1982 and the College of the Holy Cross in 1986. Following graduation he began his career on Wall Street at Drexel Burnham Lambert, and for the last eleven years was a Vice President, Institutional Broker and Salesman at Cantor Fitzgerald. Like so many others at Cantor, Ted survived the 1993 WTC bombing by running down 105 floors to safety. He formed very close bonds with his co-workers, and thoroughly enjoyed life in New York City where he kept an apartment on the East Side. Almost every day after work he and John Farrell were off to the gym to work out. What he cherished most though was the comfort and tradition of life at his family home in Sea Girt, New Jersey. Ted took great joy in the things that filled his days – time spent with his family, friends, and his fiancée Meghan Daly, several rounds on the golf course, and working out at the gym. Ted was fully committed to all of it, from the countless hours spent perfecting his golf game to his unwavering devotion to those he loved. Ted embraced life and people recognized that. His sharp mind and quick wit made him magnetic, people just liked being around Ted. We will remember and love him forever.
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Edward A. “Ted” Brennan, III was born on April 28, 1964 in Elizabeth, New Jersey. The oldest of four children, he grew up in Sea Girt, New Jersey at the Jersey Shore, a place Ted loved, was so proud of, and where his parents still reside.
Ted graduated from Portsmouth Abbey School in 1982 and the College of the Holy Cross in 1986. Following graduation he began his career on Wall Street at Drexel Burnham Lambert, and for the last eleven years was a Vice President, Institutional Broker and Salesman at Cantor Fitzgerald. Like so many others at Cantor, Ted survived the 1993 WTC bombing by running down 105 floors to safety. He formed very close bonds with his co-workers, and thoroughly enjoyed life in New York City where he kept an apartment on the East Side. Almost every day after work he and John Farrell were off to the gym to work out.
What he cherished most though was the comfort and tradition of life at his family home in Sea Girt, New Jersey. Ted took great joy in the things that filled his days – time spent with his family, friends, and his fiancee Meghan Daly, several rounds on the golf course, and working out at the gym. Ted was fully committed to all of it, from the countless hours spent perfecting his golf game to his unwavering devotion to those he loved.
Ted embraced life and people recognized that. His sharp mind and quick wit made him magnetic, people just liked being around Ted. We will remember and love him forever.
Ted and I worked together for 9 years on the 10 year desk. We shared many drinks and dinners together over the years. He had a unique personality and quirkiness that drew people to him. Some of the best times I had with Ted were on the golf course, whether it was locally or on one of our golf trips. Ted had a real passion for the game and any match between he and I was filled with a weeks worth of negotiation during the week at work. Along with the negotiation always came the good natured ribbing which was always part of our golf and our everyday work lives. Ted, when I tee it up this spring I’m going to think about the guy with the black golf socks and the golf shirt buttoned up to the neck and two sizes too small, and I’m going to wish your were right there busting my chops as only you could do. I miss you buddy, all my thoughts and prayers are with your family.
Growing up with Amy & Beth was, simply put, fun. It breaks my heart to see you & your family so sad. I love you all so much. To hopefully alleviate some pain for a bit, I am going to mention some memories of Ted as I saw him growing up. Ripping Jean out of a tree for calling him Aloysius. Hanging up the Grease album and, I believe, sling-shotting it to pieces. Who can forget using Barbie’s head for BB target practice? One story involves undies on the head and a major wedgie, but you’ll just have to use your imagination. We were probably so annoying.(No comment Gibby or Foles) My last memory of Ted is in Moran’s driveway after B&B’s wedding. He was telling me that Meghan was the one. We had become contemporaries. I wish that relationship could have been longer, but I can still look back & cherish childhood memories heavily peppered with funny Teddy Brennan stories. (And, don’t worry Ted, I won’t tell anyone who had the undies on his head.)
Teddy was probably the funniest guy I’ve ever played golf with. I thoroughly enjoyed Ted’s company and his sense of humor. Ted loved the game of golf and was constantly looking for ways to lower his handicap; whether it be the purchase of a new club, or getting a golf lesson from his dad after a days round. Life at “The River” will never be the same for me, Andy, or my brother Pat, without our friend Teddy.
Ted will be missed, (as will his Monday morning morning phone calls looking to the next weekend!)
Ted was one of the first of John’s friends and co-workers that I had the good fortune of meeting. I recall thinking what a quirky character he was. Watching him and John together was like witnessing a comedy routine. We all spent some fun times down at the Jesey shore last summer. I called Ted “the mayor” because he seemed to know and greet people everywhere we went. He would stand tall, chest out, arms crossed surveying and commenting on the scene. His style was definitely unique (black golf socks, funny looking shorts and t-shirts) and Meghan and I continue to debate whether he or John was the worst dresser of the two.
Ted, thank you for the many laughs and for being Johnny’s biggest cheerleader. I will raise a beer to you the next time I am at the Parkerhouse and will remember that “one can never get enough garlic” while enjoying a meal. Please watch out for Johnny and make sure he stays out of trouble and is getting in his daily workout. I promise, in turn, to be there for Meghan as a loving friend always.
It’s nearly impossible to put into words what Ted means to me. From the night we met, I knew we were meant to be. With each day we spent together, I discovered more wonderful aspects of his personality. He filled my life with laughter and joy. I didn’t realize the depth of love I could feel for another person until I met Ted. Not a moment goes by that I don’t cherish everything that we shared. I will always remember his amazing humor, his quirks (so many!), his passion for life and his commitment to our relationship and love for one another. (As I write this, I laugh to think how mortified he is that I’m actually writing this for all to read!)
Ted, you are the love of my life, sweetheart. I will forever honor your spitit and never forget a minute of the wonderful time we shared. I will love you always.
Ted,
I believe that there are some people you meet in life that leave a lasting impression. You like no one I know, have left me with so much to think about when I think of you. The endless hours of banter and nonsense we endured at work with Jag, Eddie, Matty, etc. will always make me laugh. All the dinners, drinks, and rounds of golf we shared always produced a funny story of your wackiness. There is no one whom I would rather compete with or against on the golf course. I miss you constantly trying to get under my skin just for the sake of it. We certainly knew which buttons to push to get the desired reaction out of one another. The thought of never seeing you, laughing with you, or golfing with you saddens me to no end. I am thankful for being someone you truly opened up to and our friendship was great because of it. Through all of this, I have gotten to know your family and speak to them about how great you are. They understand what you mean to your friends and how much we miss you. Personally, I will always smile when I think of you and tell funny Teddy Brennan stories. I have quite a collection of them.
I was first introduced to Ted by my sister at The Clipper in Sea Girt, 12 years ago. We later realized that we had attended Holy Cross together, and our families knew each other. Last Summer, when I finally decided to take golf lessons, joining my family and husband in the game, I would see Ted every weekend at MRGC. He was usually returning from an early round, and I was just beginning my practice routine at the range. I would easily give him enough material to ridicule me about my “new” swing … always imitating me and telling me to relax on the back swing. On to the practice putting/chipping area, and again, he would be there to make me laugh. He definitely made my first Summer playing golf an enjoyable one. Thanks for the help, Ted.
Ted:
This is the weekend where we truly felt your absence. Andy, Sarge, and I went out on a seventy degree day in March, but it was not the same. The money is less, the laughs are not as plentiful, and the outfits not as colorful. I miss the Monday calls that came with the advent of spring. “Who we got this weekend Otis?” – that is what I will miss the most, no matter how busy we were at work at 9:00 am Monday morning in the summer. You never knew how big a part of a role you played in my brother’s and mine lives during the summers we spent together at the golf club and at the beach for the last 10 years. You were our brother. There is truly a void in our lives as we start this first summer without you. I have started indies with Sarge because he shouldn’t get off that easy – I think of you every time he misses a three footer. We think of you often brother.
PD
Ted,
I want to express my gratitude for being able to spend some time with you through the years. Whether college, work, the golf course, the shore, or a beer at a bar we shared a lot of fun activities together. You always provided wit, character, some great movie lines, a barb or two, and a joy for respectful interaction with others.
Of the many golf games you participated in and hosted, I was fortunate to join you in quite a few. Whether I was your partner or opponent I loved the way the game of golf allowed for triumph and defeat and along the way exposed some of the uncertainties we have in ourselves. Through our many matches over the years we often shared the feeling of sitting over a crucial three-foot putt. Unfortunately, they didn’t all go in, but that was part of the fun of the game. However, from our shared dubious beginnings somehow you developed into one of the better putters I know. It was fun watching you make’em. I’ll miss you.
Teddy was one of the nicest and funniest guys in our ten year room. I always looked forward walking around the room and talking to him in his corner seat.He loved his sports,especially golf. His weekend golf stories were always entertaining especially if he won.
Teddy, I have alot of fond memories working with you and I will always cherish the many moments that you made me laugh.
THERE WAS NO ONE BETTER THAN TED BRENNAN. I MISS HIM DEARLY. FROM HUNTING IN CORNELIUS PARK IN SEA GIRT TO THE COUNTLESS GOLF EXCERSIONS, HE WAS SIMPLY THE BEST FREIND A MAN COULD HAVE. I KNEW TED SINCE I WAS 3YRS OLD. WE WERE VERY CLOSE THEN AND GREW EVEN CLOSER WITH TIME. THE MEMORIES ARE OVERWHELMING. I AM A BETTER MAN BECAUSE OF TED BRENNAN. I WILL MISS THE LAUGHTER MORE THAN ANYTHING. BOY, DID WE HAVE SOME LAUGHS. GOD BLESS YOU TED. YOU WILL NEVER BE FORGOTTEN. GORD
Ted, although I’ve known you for over 12 years, it is difficult for me to truly say that I had a grip on what to expect next from you. You were a man of many different emotions. You were serious, angry, frustrated, gregarious, compelling, inquisitive and hilarious all within moments of each other. You had a number of friends, of which I was proud to be included, that were never surprised but always amazed at the complexity of you.
You were famous for saying that even a broken clock is right twice a day and even a blind squirrel can find a nut. During our golf trip to Pinehurst in May 2000, I remember you sneaking off to make phone calls. The Doctor and myself figured that you were just reporting your scores to your dad. Little did we know that the blind squirrel had found a nut.
I had the pleasure of meeting your significant other, Meghan, at Steve Strobert’s wedding. It was at that time that I told her that I thought that she was the one. She acted surprised and I could tell that she felt the same way about you. I told her that I expected your wedding to be the next one that I would be attending.
Teddy, when I think about you, I will remember the famous Brennan left index finger point, your hearty laugh, the Big Butt trophy, aaaye … John Hickey please, buttoned-up short sleeve shirts, Jersey City rules and the greenest cash on the planet (Chris Kraft’s). I miss you and thanks.
Xavier
Ted was a warm and friedndly guy to all the people he worked with – a true gentleman. When I started my Wall Street career, one of my first jobs was fixing trade problems on the 10 yr desk. Ted was always the first to say hi, take a minute and help, and then share a joke and invite you out for a drink. It is people like him that made work a pleasure. I am deeply saddened by seeing people like him lost and my prayer go to his family.
Peace
God Bless Ted and his family, they will aways be in our thoughts.
Ted–As you know, because of my position I knew more people in the firm than most. We worked in the same room for a while and one of the things that stood out on you was never losing your temper in the high-pressure environment you were in. You always showed respect for your co-workers and your clients. With that, you were a special guy.
I also admired your making a fun life for yourself
in Manhattan. Those were great days and at least you got to maximize happiness during that period.
This day has always been a difficult day for me, but I know I’m contributing by thinking of you and your co-workers.
God bless.