Wednesday, November 6, 2013

Our First celebration of The Day of The Dead

1
For Carolyn Coffey

2
For Jessica and Grace

3
Remi

4
Tanner

5
Mo and our "alter"

6
30 victims

7
30 victims
8
Mary Burns
 
We set up our alter behind "Mo" and lit candles. We worked on getting a fire going in the fire pit in front of "Mo".(See picture 5) And when my husband, the fire master arrived he got a beautiful fire going. We played "Heart", and "Home"(See Charlotte), and a whole Beatles album (See Benjamin). I explained the plan in general to my 12 year old Brian and to my 9 year old Alana and our friend next door Cailyn (age 9). We put out some impromptu invites but it was just the cozy 5 of us. Brian thought of everyone. "And your Aunt Carolyn?" Yes, Brian, (see picture 1) cousin Janet posted some pictures from their celebration of Dia de las Muertos - I printed those out and put them on our alter. "And what did she like?" She loved to watch birds and be out in nature. "OK, I will go get one of our bird books." Brian, "What about Uncle Tom's wife?" Of course, Mary. (see picture 8) Found a picture of Mary on her daughter's FB page, printed it out for our alter. Cailyn asked if she could bring out something for her dog Remi. Of course you can.(See picture 3) And Tanner? (See picture 4) Absolutely. "And Mommy, how do you know those 30 people that you have in the box?" (See pictures 6 and 7) Well, I don't personally know them but there were 2 national tragedies which took these 30 people and cut their lives too short. I want to honor them.

As Alana, Cailyn, and Brian tended the fire (see Avielle) and we cooked our hamburgers (See James)... Alana says to her friend Cailyn "I feel like every fire represents people and animals who have died and their souls get lifted up by the smoke - like a set of stairs - to heaven."... From my nine year old. "Isn't that WONDERFUL?" (see Caroline) What a beautiful idea. And like a set of stairs those souls can travel down and be with us for the night. Cailyn and Alana discussed this for sometime in a very hopeful manner... and Brian said "Mommy, this is really nice." Alana and Cailyn started playing, laughing, and singing as if they had been joined by a whole bunch of 6 and 7 year olds. It was a beautiful night.

I honestly did not get done everything on my list for November 1. And I am not beating myself up about it. I know what I still need to do and I know who it is honoring. Everything will happen in good time.

I easily made the decision that we will observe November 1st as The Day of the Dead or Dia De Las Muertos or All Saints Day every year. Love, Heart, Home, Nurturing, Healing, Beautiful.

Friday, November 1, 2013

November 1st, The Day of The Dead

I have never observed this day before. But from what I understand, it is a day that families come together to celebrate the lives of their loved ones that have passed. Particularly those who have passed in the past year. A skeleton is a common symbol used in the celebrations. Sometimes families will hold picnics in the graveyards where their loved ones rest. Alters are made and favorite foods of the deceased are brought to the alters or shared at the gatherings. The thought is that if you entice the spirits of your deceased loved ones to join you and you "dance with the dead".

I had a tough time (as I am sure many of us had) grasping the Newtown, CT Sandy Hook Elementary School massacre. Shortly after, People magazine came out with a wonderful edition that had all 27 victims pictured on the front.  I first saw this at the grocery store and burst in to tears right there in the check out line. Having 2 children in elementary school, a school that is much like Sandy Hook by description, I couldn't help to compare, and to picture this kind of thing happening to their school and to my children - it could have happened anywhere. I shielded my children from news casts at home and talked about it with them without the gory details. But when I would go to work, I had no control over the TV my patients were watching. Every time a report came on, the tears flowed and I would have to excuse myself from my patient's room. The news and information was coming faster than I could process. Luckily, I was able to fall right in to my therapist's office in January of this year. My goal was to work through this grieving process with something positive coming out of it.  The first step was to learn about these innocent victims pictured on the front of the People magazine - their faces, smiles, and eyes had burned into my soul. I needed to know who they were for they could have been my neighbor, my friend, my child's teacher, my child's principal, my child. I read their profiles and cried. I learned what their favorite color was, their personality, the sports team they were fans of, hobbies, passions,... and what they wanted to do in their life. I made a card for each one with their picture and profile. I was able to put these "in a box". The tears lessened. But I did not want to "forget".  I made a plan for myself that I would celebrate their lives on the Day of the Dead and figure out actions I could "Do" to honor them. October I started this blog - first blog ever. As I revisited each beautiful person whose lives were cut short, I learned how their families have been processing their unimaginable grief. The community has come together in big ways. I was awed by the missions and initiatives that have come from this event and how personal they are. So many have been able to take the passion of a 6 year old and make their dreams reality. These young souls had probably no real concept of "evil" and had probably never experienced real "evil" until moments before they passed. Many of the families have held on to that innocence and have made it blossom. When so many good people come together to do such really solid, creative, positive, loving, things... it is going to seriously put up a dang good battle against "evil". I want to be a part of THAT.

My children are off of school today. So we are going to spend the entire day celebrating the lives of these innocent victims.

Taking in to account the weather in my area, here is my schedule. If you are in my area, I invite you to drop by anytime. Or you can celebrate with us "virtually." ;)

0730 - a cup of tea with my husband - to honor Krystle Campbell (Boston bombing victim)
0800 - sneak out to store to buy things I need for today including a Starbuck's coffee in memory of Lauren Rousseau (full time substitute teacher)
0900 - blueberry pancakes with my kids - in memory of Lu Lingzi (Boston bombing victim)
0930 - throughout the day, I will discuss with my family the fact that the Dolphins won in overtime 22-20 over the Bengals last night - in memory of Mrs. Mary Sherlach (school psychologist) and the fact that the Red Sox won the World Series - in memory of Nancy Lanza (mom)
1000 - NY Giants logo on back of my hand - in honor of Jack Pinto (age 6)
Take family for a walk outdoors even if it is raining - in honor of Mrs. Anne Murphy (special resources teacher)
1100 - plant chrysanthemums and bulbs in memory of Allison Wyatt (age 6) and Madeline Hsu (age 6)
1130 - take shower and get dressed- Wear purple ravens shirt for Josephine Gay (age 7). Green ribbon - for Jesse Lewis (age 6). Pink ribbon in hair for Grace McDonnell (age 7).
1200 - set up my daughter art and craft area in basement - to also honor Emilie Parker (age 6)
1300 - Lunch of Tacos in memory of Noah Pozner (age 6)
1400 - Monopoly game in celebration of Martin Richard (age 8 - Boston bombing victim)
Afternoon - Music with singing and dancing in celebration of  Ana Grace Marquez-Greene (age6)
Beatles in memory of Benjamin Wheeler (age 6)
Home by Phillip Phillips in celebration of Charlotte Bacon (age 6)
1700 - sign my daughter up for extra curricular of her choice to honor Caroline Previdi (age 6)
sign up to volunteer at same extra curricular in memory of Dawn Hochsprung (Principal)
Print out WWDD bracelets to take orders for Daniel Barden (age 7)
1800 - bike ride in honor of Chase Kowalski (age 7)
Chalk on sidewalk of a butterfly for Dylan Hockley (age 6) and a big peace sign
Make plans to set up dog run in honor of Catherine Hubbard (age 6)
1900 - Make fire which will be named "Avie" for Avielle Richman (age 6)
At fire will be cowboy boots in memory of Jessica Rekos (age 6) and our purple flamingo in honor of Victoria Soto (teacher)
1930 - grill hamburgers over the fire for James Mattioli (age 6)
Say grace in honor of Olivia Engel (age 6)
Write letter to special resources teacher in celebration of Rachel D'Avino (behavioral therapist)


When December 14, 2013 rolls around, and the one year anniversary of Sandy Hook is brought back up in the media.... maybe I won't feel so helpless.




Martin Richard, age 8

picture from ABC news
 
Information from Huffington post via the Dorchester Reporter, Boston globe, people.
 
...Martin's father Bill Richard took the podium and delivered stirring remarks about his son. Richard, who wore a button on his suit lapel emblazoned with peace symbol, spoke for more than 10 minutes.  Bill recalled that as the family watched the marathon runners pass by, Martin had asked his mother how old you had to be to run in the race. Martin, his dad said confidently, would have definitely run Boston some day. In fact, Martin did run in a marathon-related road race along Boylston Street on the Saturday before the bombing— and Bill recalled watching his son sprinting towards the finish line, passing older kids. Martin was an outstanding and curious student who loved astronomy, math and solving complex problems at Neighborhood House Charter School. He was well-known for assisting younger students and settling disputes, loved playing and winning at Monopoly, and was a car enthusiast. Martin was also a gifted athlete, who was already lean and muscular at age 8 and a standout on the playing fields of Dorchester, where he participated in soccer, baseball, street hockey and flag football leagues. Even in inclement weather, Martin favored spending time outside shooting hoops to watching TV.

Martin Richard was a huge fan of hockey, especially his beloved Boston Bruins. Even though he was not yet a skater, Martin dreamed of someday being a hockey goalie. He loved the chants that would erupt from the stands at the Boston Garden and, on Sunday morning, Bill Richard led the St. Ann crowd in what may have been a first at the Catholic parish: A chant of "Mar-tin!, Mar-tin!" rang out for about 20 seconds.

Martin's name was invoked throughout the hour-and-a-half liturgy, which was led by Fr. Sean Connor, the pastor at St. Ann's who has been ministering to the Richard family since their ordeal began. Fr. Connor, a former police officer who is known for his sense of humor during Mass, set the tone early— telling the Mass-goers that there would be no collection at the Mass, but that "singing is required and being happy is required."


***
Kind hearted with an infectious smile. Third grader who the girls had a crush on. He was nice to the girls. A great great kid. Bicycled, basketball, hockey. "No more hurting people. Peace."


http://richardfamilyfund.org/

http://www.thenhcs.org/    Martin Richard's school. Direct payment to his memorial fund.

On November 1st, our family will play Monopoly together in Martin's memory.

Lu Lingzi, age 23

picture from NY times daily
 
 
Information from Huffington post,
 
 
BOSTON — Lu Lingzi was passionate about the piano, a daughter who always made her father laugh and a standout statistics student. [She aced qualifying exams.] Friends and family on Monday night vowed not to forget the light in their lives that was extinguished too soon... "We will keep running to finish the race for you and we will try to realize your unfinished dream." said her roommate. Hundreds of people packed a hall at Boston University to say goodbye to Lu, a 23-year-old graduate student. Jing told the crowd how when she met Lu in April 2012 they discovered they were both from the northern part of China, both piano lovers and both without boyfriends. "We believed we were long-lost sisters and could not wait to begin our adventure in Boston," she said. "I was so grateful that I had such a lovely sister in my life, but I had no idea that this friendship would only last one year."
Speakers recalled a bubbly young woman who loved dogs and blueberry pancakes and who was also a driven student. ..."She was the family's Shirley Temple, if you will, the little elf and a little jolly girl, bringing everyone in the family ceaseless laughter," said Lu Jun, who spoke in his native tongue and was followed by an English interpreter.
"She's gone but our memories of her are very much alive," her father said. "An ancient Chinese saying says every child is actually a little Buddha that helps their parents mature and grow up."...

https://www.bu.edu/alumni-forms/forms/lu-lingzi-fund/

On November 1st, I will eat blueberry pancakes in memory of Lu Lingzi.
 


Krystle Campbell, age 29

picture from couriermail

Information from Huffington post, yahoo news

Campbell's father, William A. Campbell Jr., told Yahoo News, "My daughter was the most lovable girl. She helped everybody...

 Hordon Health member - Krystle could easily have been described as the salt of the earth, but her complexity demands more."

Krystle Campbell went every year to the Boston Marathon finish line to watch the runners. Wonderful, sweet, kind, friendly, always smiling. She was a restaurant manager. Great sense of humor. Made others feel special. Took care of grandmother - cup of tea, lots of laughs, hugs and a kiss.

http://www.tbf.org/giving/make-a-gift/krystle-campbell-memorial-fund

On November 1st, I will have a cup of tea with my family in memory of Krystle.

Madeline Hsu, age 6

picture from People magazine
 
 
 

Information from obituary, People, LATimes, 
 
                       
Madeline Hsu was a shy and quiet 6-year-old — but she would light up around dogs..."She was just an absolute doll," Dryer, a neighbor said. "She seemed very shy, but she was just so sweet." - See more at: http://www.legacy.com/obituaries/hartfordcourant/obituary.aspx?pid=161726087#sthash.7HJlozTe.dpuf
 
Maddy and Caroline were at the same bus stop as a new kindergartner who was scared to go to school. Every morning they would take his hand and help comfort him to get on the bus. At the end of the day, they would meet their Moms and the kindergartner's golden retriever who Maddy loved.
 
Her outfits matched her personality: sunny floral dresses. “She was a sweet, unique, bright, sparkling, determined little girl,” her family said in a statement about the first-grader. “She was an avid reader who loved running and dancing. She was a born leader.”

https://newtown.uwwesternct.org/

Madeline Hsu's family has remained extremely private through their grieving. It was difficult to find a place to donate. Above is a general donation through United Way to be directed to the Sandy Hook School community. Below is a memorial fund that was in the Huffington Post January 2013.

Donations can be sent to the Madeleine Hsu Memorial Fund, c/o Wells Fargo Bank, 26 Church Hill Road, Newtown CT 06470

On November 1st, I will plant flowers for the beautiful little girl, Maddy Hsu.


Benjamin Wheeler, age 6

picture from People magazine
 
Information from Huffington post, obituary, Ben's Lighthouse fund,
 
 
 
...Ben was an irrepressibly bright and spirited boy whose love of fun and excitement at the wonders of life and the world could rarely be contained. His rush to experience life was headlong, creative and immediate. He was a devoted fan of his older brother, Nate, and the two of them together filled the house with the noise of four children. He loved the local soccer program, often running across the field long after it was actually necessary, but always smiling and laughing as he moved the ball nearly always at full tilt. He was becoming a strong swimmer and loved his lessons. Eager to learn, he couldn't wait to get to school to see his teacher and his growing group of new first grade friends. Ben was also a member of Tiger Scout Den 6 which met at the Sandy Hook Volunteer Firehouse. Earlier in December, Ben performed at his piano recital and sitting still long enough to play one piece was an accomplishment he reveled in. He loved The Beatles, lighthouses, and the number 7 train to Sunnyside, Queens. In a conversation with [his mother] before school on Friday, he said, "I still want to be an architect, but I also want to be a paleontologist, because that's what Nate is going to be and I want to do everything Nate does." - See more at: http://www.legacy.com/obituaries/newstimes/obituary.aspxpid=161791261#sthash.atJu8HL5.dpufly 
 
Ben Wheeler was an irrepressible young boy who dreamed of being an architect, a paleantologist and a lighthouse keeper all at once. In public settings like school or church, people always knew when Ben was around. There was nothing on his dial between one and eleven; nothing moved quickly enough for him and the joy he showed in his headlong rush through life was contagious. Quick to smile, quick to laugh, eyes sparkling always with his love of everything (and a good deal of mischief) he was an energetic spirit who filled lives with a delightful noise...


http://benslighthousefund.org/


On November 1st, I will play some Beatles in memory of Ben.

Thursday, October 31, 2013

Rachel D'Avino, age 29

picture from People magazine
 
Information from Huffington post, Connecticut community foundation, memorial page, obituary


Rachel was born on July 17, 1983, a 2001 graduate of Nonnewaug High School, Rachel went on to receive her bachelor's degree from the University of Hartford, her master's degree from Post University, and was working towards her doctorate degree from University of St. Joseph of Hartford.

Rachel completed her final requirements to become a Board Certified Behavior Analyst. Her presence and tremendous smile brightened any room she entered. Rachel loved animals, cooking, baking, photography and karate. She was an adoring big sister who cherished her two younger siblings like they were her own children.

Her passion, however, was her occupation as a behavioral therapist working with children within the autism spectrum. She had worked in various positions throughout her career providing behavioral therapy to children, with hopes of helping them develop into happy and healthy adults. She integrated these children into her daily life, often taking them into her home, hosting holidays and crafting parties for them. She taught them and treated them like family. Her maternal nature, understanding, and sense of patience with the learning disabled were truly gifts she possessed. Ultimately, it is these gifts that would have given Rachel a level of understanding and forgiveness during this time of crisis that many others wouldn't have.

Rachel's boyfriend had just asked her parents for their blessing to marry. He had planned on proposing on Christmas Eve.
 
 
 
 
On November 1st, I will send a letter of thanks to the specialist that worked with my son throughout elementary school.


Anne Marie Murphy, age 52

picture from People magazine
 
Information from Huffington post, obituary,
 
 
 She was born July 25, 1960 in Mount Kisco, NY, the daughter of Dr. Hugh and Alice McGowan of Katonah and graduated from St. Mary's School in Katonah, John F. Kennedy H.S. in Somers, NY and Southern CT State University with an MS degree in Education. Anne was employed by the Newtown Board of Education as a Teacher at the Sandy Hook Elementary School. She will be remembered for her love of the Arts, walks in the outdoors and most importantly: her family. - See more at: http://www.legacy.com/obituaries/newstimes/obituary.aspx?pid=161791026#sthash.wiyigZaC.dpuf
 
 
School aide, art teacher, special education teacher. She was one of 7 and had 4 children herself. Loved art and painted a mural. Every Memorial day she would return to Katonah, NY to watch her Dad march in the parade. Her final act was to embrace Dylan Hockley and other students. Dylan loved his teacher so much he kept a picture of her on his refrigerator.
 
 
 
On November 1st, I will take a walk in the outdoors with my family in her Mrs. Murphy's memory.


Lauren Rousseau, age 30

picture from People magazine
 
 
Information from Huffington post, People, obituary, ctpost,
 
Lauren was known for her exuberance, her love of family and of children, her friendliness, kindness and loyalty, and her ever-present smile. "If she didn't have a smile on her face, she was trying to make someone else feel like smiling," a longtime friend said. Lauren was a graduate of Danbury High School, where her greatest joys were singing and dancing in the yearly musical and teaching in the school-based nursery school. She graduated from the University of Connecticut at Storrs in 2004 with a degree in English and psychology, and she earned a master's degree in elementary education from the University of Bridgeport. She did her yearlong teaching internship at Robert Avenue School, some of it in the same classroom where she had been a first-grader. She did her student teaching at John Pettibone School in New Milford, and later worked as a substitute teacher in Danbury, New Milford and Newtown. She was hired as a permanent substitute teacher at Sandy Hook Elementary only weeks before her death. From her college years on she worked in catering at Fox Hill Inn in Brookfield, and the past few years she also worked at the Starbucks coffee shop in Danbury. - See more at: http://www.legacy.com/obituaries/newstimes/obituary.aspx?pid=161797784#sthash.fQeBessS.dpuf
 
Friends describe her as an angel. Always wanted to be a teacher since she was little. Loved the students..."her kids".  Had a cat named Laila. Liked to take the train to Manhattan to see Broadway shows. Last year of her life was the happiest.
 
 
On November 1st, I will drink a Starbucks coffee in Lauren Rousseau's memory.


Mary Sherlach, age 56

picture from People magazine
 
 
Information from People, Huffington post, CNN,
 
 
Sherlach, 56, was an expert in psychology, having earned her undergraduate degree in that subject at SUNY Cortland and a master's degree at Southern Connecticut State University. Before becoming a school psychologist, she worked as a rehabilitation assistant at a psychiatric facility, at a group home for disabled adults and as a community mental health placement specialist. Her experience in education included stints in the Redding, North Haven and New Haven public school systems before landing at Sandy Hook Elementary in 1994. During her time in Newtown, Sherlach kept busy as a member of numerous groups such as the district conflict resolution committee, safe school climate committee, crisis intervention team and student instructional team. From her Facebook page:
"My husband Bill and I have been married 31 years and are the proud parents of two beautiful daughters, ages 25 and 28," she said. One a chorus teacher, the other getting her PhD in chemistry.
Sherlach listed her interests as gardening, reading and going to the theater. She and her husband lived in Trumbull, Connecticut, and "enjoy traveling and spending time at our lake home" in upstate New York's Finger Lakes region. 
 
She was looking towards retirement and she loved to sit on her front porch on her white wicker loveseat. She was a great neighbor. She was also a Miami Dolphins fan.

http://www.fccfoundation.org/cm/Sandy%20Hook%20School.html
 
On November 1st, I will know how the Dolphins did the night before... and on November 11, I will watch and root for the Dolphins in the Monday Night Football game in memory of Mary Sherlach.

Victoria Soto, age 27

picture from People magazine
 
 
Information from Huffington post, obituary, NY Times, Wikipedia, Eastern Connecticut State University,
 
 
 Born In Bridgeport on November 4 1985, she was a lifelong Stratford resident. Vicki was a graduate of Stratford High School Class of 2003, and Eastern Connecticut State University, where she graduated with high honors, earning degrees in both Education and History. She was currently attending Southern Connecticut State University, to complete her Master's Degree. Vicki was in her fifth year of teaching at Sandy Hook Elementary School in Newtown. Teaching was her passion, following in the footsteps of her beloved Aunt Debbie, and her dream since she was three years old. Molding young minds was her priority, but being the "fun" teacher, was what she was all about. The children she taught at Sandy Hook Elementary were a huge part of her life. Vicki was equally passionate about her family, which was the most important part of her life, especially her siblings, sisters, Jillian whom she loved unconditionally, and Carlee in whom she instilled the importance of higher education and her brother Carlos Matthew who looked up to his big sister with pride. She was not only a role model to her sisters and brother, but to everyone she met. She was an amazing young woman, who died a hero. Some of her favorite things include: Flamingo's, of which you can never have to many, (whenever we saw one, we thought of her), the New York Yankees #11, ... Vicki also leaves behind her loving dog Roxie, who waited for her to come home everyday, and is still waiting, lost without her. Her extended family was also a huge part of her life. - See more at: http://www.legacy.com/obituaries/newstimes/obituary.aspx?pid=161773156#sthash.Gr5QD4Ds.dpuf
 
      
...Ms. Soto was remembered as a young woman with long brown hair, captivating blue eyes and “an infectious laugh,” one who had a passion for gathering her extended family together whenever she could and making relatives laugh with sometimes zany impulsive gestures.  They recalled how Ms. Soto, on a whim, insisted that all of her cousins and siblings buy cheap sunglasses before a trip to a Six Flags amusement park, how she woke her lovesick college roommate with “Kiss the Girl” from the Disney film “The Little Mermaid.”... and seemed to live for Christmas and the chance to ornament a tree that she insisted on choosing, and to be surrounded by her family.  She was the funniest, goofiest person.... always up for anything.When she hugged you,” she said, “she put her whole heart and soul into every hug she gave.” Ms. Soto’s aunt, Debbie Cronk, a teacher who was her professional inspiration, remembered how exuberant Ms. Soto was when she called five years ago to say she had secured a job at Sandy Hook Elementary. But Ms. Cronk also remembered her mischievous side, how as a little girl Ms. Soto loved feeding the ducks near her grandmother’s house, though not as much as eating the bread herself. Ms. Schiavone, her best friend, recalled Ms. Soto’s devotion to the profession — spending every evening working on lesson plans and designing poster boards — and the extra mile she went for her students. 
 
 
 
 
On November 1st, we shall have a purple flamingo in attendance at the fire in memory of Vickie Soto.
 


Nancy Lanza, age 52

picture from People magazine
 
 
Information from Huffington post, People magazine, NYDaily News, NPR
 
Grew up in Kingston NH. Married her sweetheart in 1981. Became a stockbroker and her husband was an executive. Family moved to Newtown CT. and the Lanzas had 2 sons. Over time became a broken family leading to a divorce in 2009. With the divorce settlement, Nancy wouldn't need to work again. Oldest son had graduated college, moved to NY and held a respectable job. Youngest son had a learning disability, was very socially awkward, and emotionally disturbed. Nancy fought with school system and finally took youngest out and homeschooled him. Youngest received his GED but never had a job and lived at home with his mother. Nancy was described as warm, open, gregarious, friendly, and generous. Liked Craft Beer, frequenting a bar/restaurant called My Place. Her other hobbies were playing Bunco with the neighborhood ladies, gardening, target shooting, game hunting, and gun collecting. She and her youngest would often go to the shooting range together. Since the divorce, Nancy's friends had noted two fears had developed in Nancy's life: the direction the country was going because of the economy, and the fear that she was losing her youngest son - that she was not connecting with him. Nancy never got out of bed Friday morning.
 
My Place has dedicated a bar stool in Nancy Lanza's name.
 
 
 
 
On November 1st, I will discuss the Red Sox World Series Win with my children in memory of Nancy.
 
 


Charlotte Bacon, age 6

picture from People magazine
 
Information from Huffington post, Newtown Kindness, obituary
 
 
Charlotte was an extraordinarily gifted six year old who filled her family each day with joy and love. The family will forever remember her beautiful smile, her energy for life, and the unique way she expressed her individuality, usually with the color pink. Charlotte never met an animal she didn’t love and since the age of two wanted to be a veterinarian. She enjoyed practicing Tae Kwon Do weekly with her dad and brother where she relished kicking and throwing punches! She also loved the song "Home" by Phillip Phillips. Was also a Daisy Girl Scout. Had just gotten a special pink dress and pink boots she was going to wear on Christmas - couldn't wait to show her friends - she wore that on Friday, her last day at Sandy Hook Elementary School.
 
 
Birthday: February 22
 
 
On November 1st, I will play "Home" by Phillip Phillips for Charlotte


Daniel Barden, age 7

picture from People magazine
 
 
Information from Huffington post, newtimes, obituary,
 
Daniel was the light of his family's life. Adored and admired by all, Daniel touched the lives of all who knew him with his warmth, inspiring spirit of kindness and generosity, outgoing and affectionate nature, and his imaginative play. Daniel loved spending time with his family, both immediate and extended, riding waves at the beach, playing the drums in a band with his brother James and sister Natalie, foosball, reading, and making s'mores around the bonfire with his cousins at his Papa's house in Smallwood, NY. Daniel was on the Newtown soccer team and the Newtown Torpedoes swim team. - See more at: http://www.legacy.com/obituaries/newstimes/obituary.aspx?pid=161773478#sthash.yetypdpr.dpuf
 
Fearless in the pursuit of happiness and life. A very special boy. Always smiling, unfailingly polite, incredibly affectionate, fair, and thoughtful towards others. Imaginative, intelligent, articulate. "Daniel the Maniel". Wholesome and innocent.
 
One Smile At a Time.
 


www.facebook.com/WhatWouldDanielDo


https://www.facebook.com/TheSandyGroundWhereAngelsPlay?directed_target_id=0

On November 1st, I will take orders for WWDD bracelets in Daniel Barden's memory.

Jack Pinto, age 6

picture from People magazine
 
 
Information from Huffington Post, NJ.com, newstimes.com
 
Jack was an avid participant in a wide variety of activities including flag football, baseball, basketball, wrestling, and snow skiing. Jack was an incredibly loving and vivacious young boy, appreciated by all who knew him for his lively and giving spirit and steely determination. In life and in death, Jack will forever be remembered for the immeasurable joy he brought to all who had the pleasure of knowing him, a joy whose wide reach belied his six short years - See more at: http://www.legacy.com/obituaries/newstimes/obituary.aspx?pid=161771440#sthash.lNN8Dfou.dpuf
 
Jack's wide smile would light up a room. Jack was a dedicated wrestler on a travel team and missed his tournament on Sunday - the coach gave the family Jack's singlet in remembrance. Jack was also a huge NY Giant's fan and an avid fan of Victor Cruz wearing his #80 jersey to his final resting place.
 
 
On November 1st, I will remember Jack by wearing NY Giants logo on my hand like it is on his cheek. And on November 17 and 24 I will watch the Giants, pull for Victor Cruz, and cheer for Jack. 

Noah Pozner, age 6

picture from People Magazine
 
 
Information from eulogy and Huffington post
 
Noah and his family were members of the Orthodox Synagogue Temple Adath Israel.  Noah loved to read and to figure out how things worked mechanically. Noah is survived by his twin sister and best friend, Arielle,who was assigned to a different classroom at Sandy Hook Elementary School. He is described as a bright, precocious, sweet, adorable kid.
 
From mother, Veronique Pozner:
Noah, my little man. I will miss your forceful and purposeful little steps stomping through our house. I will miss your perpetual smile, the twinkle in your dark blue eyes, framed by eyelashes that would be the envy of any lady in this room. Most of all, I will miss your visions of your future. You wanted to be a doctor, a soldier, a taco factory manager. It was your favorite food, and no doubt you wanted to ensure that the world kept producing tacos. You were a little boy whose life force had all the gravitational pull of a celestial body. You were light and love, mischief and pranks. You adored your family with every fiber of your 6-year-old being.... A little maverick, who didn't always want to do his schoolwork or clean up his toys, when practicing his ninja moves or Super Mario on the Wii seemed far more important...Noah, you will not pass through this way again. I can only believe that you were planted on Earth to bloom in heaven. Take flight, my boy. Soar. You now have the wings you always wanted... Your melody will linger in our hearts forever.
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From uncle, Alexis Haller, of Woodinville, Wash.:
...Noah was a wonderful son and a loving brother. He was kind, caring, smart, funny, and sometimes even a little mischievous. He liked to tell his sisters that he worked in a taco factory; when they asked him how he got to work, he would give them a funny look as if to say he knew something that they didn't. Noah was a little kid. He loved animals, video games and Mario Brothers. He was already a very good reader, and had just bought a Ninjago book at a book fair that he was really excited about reading...What we can do is carry Noah within us, always. We can remember the joy he brought to us. We can hold his memory close to our hearts. We can treasure him forever. And all of us, including the family, the community, the country and the world, can honor Noah by loving each other and taking care of each other.* That's what Noah would have wanted.

www.noahpozner.org

I will honor Noah on November 1st with Tacos and *taking care of and loving my kids. 

Wednesday, October 30, 2013

Jessica Rekos, age 6

picture from People magazine
 
 
Information from Huffington post, People magazine, obituary, and memorial site.
 
 
Jessica loved horses and everything equestrian. Watched horse movies, read horse books, drew horse pictures, wrote horse stories. She was promised her very own horse when she turned 10. Jessica started riding in 2011 on a pony named "Waffles". In her first competition, she won a blue ribbon. Jessica and Waffles were going to go far. Jessica asked for cowgirl boots and a cowgirl hat for Christmas. Jessica had two younger brothers and she was the "CEO" of the family. Jessica, first born in the family, "was our rock," the parents said. "She had an answer for everything, she didn't miss a trick, and she outsmarted us every time." A thoughtful planner, she was "our little CEO." - See more at: http://www.legacy.com/ns/obituary.aspx?pid=161726367#sthash.mquBo45k.dpuf
 
PONY RIDES FOR JESSICA is devoted to keeping Jessica's love of horses and riding alive by working closely with her parents to give underprivileged children two special gifts, the relationship between horse and rider and the relationship between student and instructor.
 
 
 
 
On November1st, I will have the cowboy boots that my son received from Santa when he was 5 out by the fire with us in Jessica Rekos' memory.
 
On May 10th, I will do something for Pony Rides for Jessica.

Caroline Previdi, age 6

picture from People magazine
 
 
Information from Huffington post and Caroline's Memorial site.
 
"Silly Caroline" Contagious smile. Loves to draw and dance. Member of St. Rose of Lima Church. Always helping other children. In first grade, she would help the kindergartner get on the bus so he wouldn't be scared. Caroline was a bright-eyed, cheerful, joyful little girl. She found delight in the smallest things in life and often exclaimed things like,"Isn't that WONDERFUL?".  She had a sheer enthusiasm and zest for life.  She cared deeply for others.  When Caroline was five, just before Christmas, she brought her piggy bank to her parents.  She told them she was going to donate all of her money to their church.  She wanted to make sure that every child had a present under the tree on Christmas morning. Caroline was the friend who wanted to "make sure everyone was ok." She was an encourager, a helper.  She would offer a hug or hold a hand.  Her joy came from within, and she wanted to share it. When talking about her family, or herself, she would tell people,"We are not lucky.  We are blessed! "She was exceptionally energetic and embraced new activities in the same exuberant manner that she approached life.  Swim team.  Girl Scouts. Gymnastics. Soccer. She wanted to do it all.  At home, she could usually be found coloring or drawing. Other times, she was busy twirling, dancing, or singing.  From all of her drawing and twirling emerged Caroline's two true passions: art and dance. She danced through this life with enthusiasm and compassion.

Caroline's parents want to continue Caroline's legacy by doing what was so important to her--helping other children. They established the Caroline Previdi Foundation to share Caroline's giving and caring spirit and to offer other children an opportunity to find joy in an activity they love.
 
 
 
 
On November 1st, I will remember Caroline by making sure my own daughter is signed up for the extra curricular activity of her choosing. And during our celebration, I am sure to use her line in her name, "Isn't that WONDERFUL?"

Tuesday, October 29, 2013

Avielle Richman, age 6

picture from People magazine
From the Avielle Richman foundation website:
Avielle Rose Richman was born in San Diego, California on October 17th, 2006 into a family of story tellers. With a spitfire personality, and a love of laughter, Avielle was rarely without a giant grin, and was often barefoot. Like her parents, she loved stories and demanded them as she was falling asleep, taking a bath, riding in the car, and on every walk she took. She already understood that her life — her growing up — was going to be a series of stories. Avielle had a grand spirit of adventure and was willing to bravely try new things...when the family moved to Newtown, Connecticut in late January of 2011, Avielle was excited by the prospect of living where she could play in the snow, and quickly became a fearless sledder. She loved Barbies as much as superheroes, and would readily switch between fairy and pixie play and her superhero persona, Bombs Galore – all with her faithful sidekick, super-dog Max, of course. She had no problem transitioning from playing with her dolls to practicing archery in the yard, and was happy to go from a kung fu workout with dad to a cooking lesson with mom. Avielle loved music and would sing everything. When asked what she wanted to be when she grew up, Avielle would reply that she wanted to be an artist… and a spy…oh, and a fairy princess, and a writer. Her open-minded willingness to try new things made for a long list of hobbies...soccer... painting and sketching, hiking, fishing, and — perhaps most of all — riding horses and swimming. Avielle’s sense of wonder, inherent in all children, drove her to love the magic of fireflies and all things that glowed. Having a fairly unique name, Avielle had grown comfortable helping people pronounce it. She’d say “Ah-Vee-Elle,” and proudly spell it out “A-V-I-E-L-L-E.” Avielle also loved to name things and, without hesitation, named her beta fish Khaihawana Punk. The large sugar maples next to her house? Efford and Maeve. And the gargoyles perched above the patio door, Galen and Grolig. She was always amazed when two people shared the same name.
 
 
Avie's parents have set up a foundation in memory of their spitfire daughter. The mission of the foundation is "preventing violence through research and community education".
 
 
I will remember Avie on November 1st by naming the fire that night "Avielle"
 
I will also spread the word of her foundation and mission throughout the Hopkins community.
 


Monday, October 28, 2013

Emilie Parker, age 6

picture given to AP from Parker family found on Legacy.com
 
Information from: huffington post, ABC, Salt Lake Tribune, and memorial site.
 
Emilie was the oldest sister, teaching her 4 and 3 year old sisters everything she could. When they were upset, they would go to Emilie for comfort. Emilie was very thoughtful of other's feelings, frequently making cards for them to feel better. She had recently slipped a special card in to her Grandfather's casket when he was unexpectedly taken from her life. Emilie's personality lit up a room. "I'm Emilie, with an 'ie' because my daddy is Robbie with an 'ie,' " she often said. Emilie expressed herself continuously through her artwork. At the age of 3 her parents realized how important art work and creativity was to their daughter. Emilie would constantly gather materials to use in future crafts and art work. She would stay up past her bedtime quietly in her room with the light on, drawing, creating. Once her father went up for the second night in a row to persuade his oldest daughter to stop drawing and go to sleep. She said,  “Dad, I wasn’t drawing, but I have so many ideas in my head I can’t get out, so I am writing a list of things I need to draw so I won’t forget.” She dreamed of opening an art gallery when she grew up... she would work on her works in the back and her Mom would run the cash register in the front.
 
Emilie's parents have set up a Memorial fund to provide art programs to children and in schools.
 
 
 
 
I will paint a picture with my daughter and set up her art area in the basement on November 1st.
On May 12, 2014 I will make a contribution to the Emilie Parker Fund
 



Grace McDonnell, age 7

picture from People magazine
 
Information obtained from several sources: irishcentral.com, andersoncooper 360, obituary and death notice, mvgazette.com, Huffington post.
 
Gracie was the love and the light of her family. "Utterly adorable", just a beautiful little girl... like a "little doll". Beautiful golden hair with bright blue eyes. Loved to wear bows in her hair, especially bubble gum pink, her favorite color. Loved to play dress up, soccer, gymnastics. Particularly fond of painting and art projects. Frequent visitor to Martha's Vineyard. Loved the beach, seagulls, lighthouses... and Peace. Her mother's last memory of her daughter was blowing her kisses as the school bus pulled away. Later she found where her daughter had drawn with her finger on the glass in the bathroom a Peace Sign with "Gracie loves Mommy". President Obama is now the proud owner of a Grace McDonnell original painting of a green owl.
 
"You are not only my daughter, you are my best friend, my soulmate, my teacher of life, love and peace," McDonnell read from the last entry she had made in her daughter's journal.
Her husband, Christopher McDonnell, added this in closing: "The presence of seashells brings the message that every passing life brings something beautiful to the world."

I will wear a pink ribbon in my hair (very unlike me...) in honor of Gracie on November 1st.
I will also create something out of shells to remember this beautiful child.  

James Mattioli, age 6

picture from People magazine
 
The following is a hodge podge of information I have read about this energetic, enthusiastic little guy in his obituary and the Huffington Post, People, and Connecticut Post
 
James Mattioli, fondly called "J", couldn't wait to do everything. He had an infectious enthusiasm. First to wake up. Had a "1,000 watt smile", sang at the top of his lungs, and wanted to be on stage, "How old do you have to be to be on stage?". Born 4 weeks early because he was "hungry" was the joke of the family. Couldn't wait to eat... loved hamburgers, Dad's omelets with bacon, and Mom's French toast..."How old do you have to be to buy a foot long?" Spiked hair with gel, and always wore shorts and a Tee shirt. Loved doing things with Dad and cuddling with Mom. Energetic - biking, baseball, basketball, hockey, swimming, diving. Excelled in math... He was a 'numbers' guy, coming up with insights beyond his years to explain the relationship between numbers and unique ways of figuring out the answer when adding or subtracting. He loved the concept of 'googleplex' which he learned from his good friend. Especially thoughtful and considerate - the first to welcome guests with a hug. Loved and admired his older sister Anna - wanted to do everything she could do - best friends - she challenged him to read more.
 
Birthday March 22, 2006
 
On November 1st, I will grill a hamburger in James' memory.
 


Ana Grace Marquez-Greene, age 6

picture from People magazine
 

 
From People and Huffington Post: Ana was born to a musical family. Her Dad is a Jazz saxophonist and full-time Jazz faculty. The family had been living in Canada until earlier in 2012 moving back to Connecticut, Dad's original home. Family calls Ana their "Sweetie Girl". She loved to sing and dance.
 
And from Ana Grace Marquez-Greene's Memorial website and foundation:
 
Just one glimpse of her face and you can feel the joy that radiated from this beautiful six year-old. This is how her dad, a renowned jazz saxophonist, describes his precious daughter: “Ana’s love for singing was evident before she was even able to talk. In a musical family, her gift for melody, pitch and rhythm stood out remarkably. And she never walked anywhere — her mode of transportation was dance. She danced from room to room and place to place. She danced to all the music she heard, whether in the air or in her head. Ana loved her God, loved to read the Bible and loved to sing and dance as acts of worship. We ask that you pray for the legions of people who are left behind to cherish memories of her.”
 
 
The Ana Grace Project of the Klingberg Family Center will launch on December 2, 2013 with the mission of:
 
Promoting love, connection, and community for every child and family.
 
 
Read more about it here:
 
 
 
I will dance on November 1st in honor of Ana Grace. And on April 4, 2014, I will make a contribution to the Ana Grace Project in her honor. 

Jesse Lewis, age 6

picture from People magazine
 
A neighbor recalled through the Huffington Post that Jesse was a real character. He could turn a frown upside down. Asking "What if?" Imaginative and boisterous. Playing with his older brother J.T. outside all the time. Loved the horses in the neighborhood and all of the animals. Rambunctious and very perceptive of other's emotions. Incredible light...bright...full of love...lived life with vigor and passion...continually adventurous...brave and true...a force that would light up the room.
 
And from Jesse's foundation website, a message from his mother about the day Jesse was unable to return home from school...
 
On the morning of December 14th, 2012, Jesse McCord Lewis walked out of his house and down the driveway towards his father who was waiting to drive him to school. Along the way, Jesse stopped to write a message with his finger in the frost of his mother’s car door: “I love you.” Jesse bravely tried to lead other friends to safety that morning. Like a "little soldier"....Just days before, Jesse had written 3 words on a chalkboard at home "Nurturing, Healing, Love" 
 
Jesse's mother has since written a book about forgiving and love. She has also set up a foundation to teach others how to choose love over anger.

http://www.jesselewischooselove.org/

I will wear a green ribbon in honor of Jesse on Novemeber 1 and December 14. I will wear green on June 30th, Jesse's birthday. And I will read Scarlett's book "Nurturing, Healing, Love" 

 


Sunday, October 27, 2013

Josephine Gay, age 7

picture from NBC
 
Joey turned 7 three days before becoming an angel and was looking forward to celebrating at her birthday party with many of her friends the next day (many of these friends became angels too). Joey was a very special person and she inspired everyone she met. Joey was autistic and severely apraxic. She could not speak, yet she touched the lives of so many around her: teachers, therapists, friends, neighbors, all loved and cherished her. Joey was social and affectionate; she smiled, she loved hugs, and she even had a wonderful sense of humor. Her spirit was indomitable. She participated in rigorous therapy and treatment on a daily basis without complaint. She loved to play with her Barbie dolls, iPad, and computer, swim, swing, and be anywhere her sisters were.
Josephine loved the color purple. Born in Maryland, she grew up in a family of Ravens fans and developed an affinity for all things purple. She rarely left the house without wearing something purple. After her passing, many friends who visited wore purple clothing to honor her. Her family has honored her inspiring and generous spirit by establishing Joey’s Fund in her name through the Doug Flutie, Jr. Foundation for Autism. The proceeds of this fund will help families raising autistic children.

How to donate:
Online: Doug Flutie Foundation
On the donation page please select “in Memory of” and type “Joey’s Fund” in the box for “acknowledgement/address and comments,”
By Mail:
Send checks to:
The Doug Flutie, Jr. Foundation for Autism
Specify “In Memory of Josephine Gay” on the check.
Mailing address:
The Doug Flutie, Jr. Foundation for Autism
PO Box 767
Framingham, MA 01701

Information obtained from a statement from Bob and Michele Gay (Joey's parents) to NBC Connecticut.


I will remember Josephine by wearing purple on November 1st, December 11th and 14th.
Next summer I will set up a Lemonade stand (which I read Joey liked to do too) and the proceeds I will give to the foundation above.  
 
 


Chase Kowalski, age 7

picture from People magazine
 
Chase was an amazing son, brother, and grandson who's heart was only filled with love for all the people he touched. He was a fun loving energetic boy that had a true love of life. He completed his first triathlon at the age of six and ran in many community road races. Chase had a deep love for the game of baseball and enjoyed practicing with his father and team mates. Joining the cub scouts was just one of his many interests. He could often be found in the yard playing ball, riding his bike or quad. Chase was always excited to attend the kids work shop at the Trumbull Home Depot. He was greatly loved by his family. He joins his maternal Uncle and Grandfather, his paternal great grandmother and grandmother in a much better place. - See more at: http://www.legacy.com/obituaries/newstimes/obituary.aspx?pid=161772845#sthash.fyBWhAXk.dpuf
 
 
I will remember Chase by riding my bike on November 1st.
And if there is a 2014 challenge for Race 4 Chase I will be a member.