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Obituary For Douglas P. Fahey (September 4, 1963- April 18, 2021)
Service Information:
10 AM Mass at the Church of Our Lady of Victories
150 Harriot Avenue
Harrington Park, NJ 07640
Lunch To Follow at:
Viccolo's
216 Old Tappan Rd
Old Tappan, NJ 07675
Fahey, Douglas Patrick, age 57, of New York, New York, on Sunday,
April 18, 2021.
To know Doug was to love him.
Doug was born at St. Vincent’s Hospital in New York City on September 4, 1963, to delighted parents Theresa Marie (nee Keenan) and Patrick Joseph Fahey. He was the third of the family’s five children but never suffered from middle child syndrome. From early on, Doug had no trouble standing out from the crowd: his eyes were bright blue and he boasted a full head of curly blonde hair. He was especially close to older brother Thomas and younger brother Dylan, and held a special place in the hearts of older sister Christine and younger sister Jennifer.
Doug grew up in Paramus, New Jersey, attending Our Lady of the Visitation grammar school. He loved playing football at Petruska Park and quickly earned a reputation as one of the toughest kids on the field. He was never intimidated by bigger kids and never
backed away from a fight.
In those early years, Doug formed a lasting attachment to two underdogs:
The New York Jets and the New York Mets. He idolized Jets QB Joe Namath, Mets outfielder Jim Hickman and the 1969 Miracle Mets. He never stopped believing.
He loved boxing and could recount rounds from many of Muhammad Ali’s greatest ringside battles. The champ was his favorite boxer and before this last hospitalization,
Doug planned to visit the Muhammad Ali Center in Louisville, Kentucky.
As a kid, Doug regularly snuck into his sisters’ room and rifled through the record collection. He discovered America, Paul Simon and, of course, the Beatles. Like the rest of the USA, the boys were all big fans of the Fab Four. And like their heroes, Tom and Doug picked up guitars. Thus began Doug’s devotion to music. He was gifted, a natural performer who could hear a song and play it back with ease. Brother Tom remembers the day it all began. “Doug came back from his first guitar lesson. He was in fifth grade at that time, but I could see that he had found a lifelong love. His happiest times were spent strumming an acoustic while his friends sang a Beatles’ song.”
With his brothers, Doug began a paper route. They hated it but kept it up because they had plans for that money. It was intended to purchase their very first amplifier. Instead, their Dad returned the papers and made them quit the job. He had hated his OWN paper route and wouldn’t have his sons suffer the same fate. But he gifted the boys that much desired amplifier. The paper route was history and the boys were ready to rock. Their first band was called “Lightening.”
Doug attended Don Bosco Prep in Ramsey, New Jersey. He later described those four years as ‘pure torture.’ But at Bosco he got to know a student named Stan Wiklinski.
Stan remembers an incident from freshman year. “My earliest memory of Doug was Mrs. Kraus's English class. On this particular day, we were a bit rowdy. Mrs. Kraus was very short, 4'9" or 10". At one point she turned to Doug, who was of course cracking up the class with his one liners, and said ‘You know, I've had just about enough of this.’ And without missing a beat, he responded ‘I know, you've had it up to here, right?’ and he put his hand up to the middle of his chest, busting her on how short she was. Mrs. Kraus laughed, she couldn't help herself! The whole class lost it, it was hysterical.”
That was Doug.
After graduating from Bosco, Doug chose to follow his parents and older siblings to the Bronx, attending Fordham University. Doug discovered White Castle and Keating Hall. More importantly, he embraced the Jesuit philosophy. While many of his classmates chased dollar signs, Doug proudly called himself a 'Bobby Kennedy liberal.’ He opened his big heart to those less fortunate. He used his electives to study philosophy, religion and social justice.
Doug joined a band consisting of Fordham pals: John McPartlin as lead singer, Jim Mongan on lead guitar, brother Dylan on drums, Guy D’Aguanno on bass, and Doug on rhythm guitar. They called themselves "Rude Awakening” and played mostly original music. One popular tune was a punk rock version of the classic “King of the Road.” The guys landed one notable gig at a downtown club dubbed “The Dive." Enough said. They hoped to land their big break during an open talent call at the famous CBGB’s, but the call was cancelled.
Doug bumped into another Wiklinski at Fordham. Steve was to become one of the most important people in his life: a gentleman who was with Doug during the best of times and the worst of days. They remained best friends until the end. At Fordham, they performed as a popular musical comedy team- known memorably as “Doug & Steve.” Fordham gave them their own night, a “A Doug & Steve Christmas.” Other notable gigs included Fordham’s twenty-four hour dance marathon. And the duo conceived and performed a fundraiser for POTS Soup Kitchen. As a result, Steve and Doug received Student Leadership Awards from the Dean.
Fordham pal and fellow guitarist Lori Urso joined Doug, Stan, and Steve washing dishes
at Fordham’s cafeteria. This gig came with food and they entertained themselves
singing a capella tunes.
After graduating Fordham, Doug went on to earn a masters degree in Education. He chose to teach in the poorest areas, spending his career in the South Bronx. One student remembered fondly that Mr. Fahey was the teacher who always came in with the best Christmas gifts for his students. He was truly happy when with his students, sharing his love of learning and life. Doug began his teaching career with Humberto Roberts. Their close friendship continued until the end of Doug’s life.
“I first met Doug on September 11, 1989 at Community School 150 in the Bronx. We were both first year teachers. By watching his interactions with the students, it was evident that he was a person who truly cared about them and really enjoyed his job. Up until 2015, when I retired from C.S. 150, parents and former students would still ask me how Mr. Fahey was doing because of how close they knew we were.”
Douglas became a father nearly twenty years ago. And while young Patrick has special needs, Doug took great pleasure in every moment they spent together. In the nineties, Doug began to experience kidney issues. These only worsened. He was fortunate to
spend an increasing amount of time with the Wiklinski family. Soon he was an adopted
family member. With his own parents gone, Stan and Barbara Wiklinski gave him a home
and embraced him. But Doug was never healthy enough to return to teaching.
Doug was a loyal, loving, reliable friend and he cultivated and maintained strong friendships. Stan recalls an act of kindness that stays with him to this day.
“Somewhere in the mid-nineties, I lost my license for a year. This made picking up
my young son Matt very difficult (he was 8 or 9). Doug would drive all the way from the Bronx, in his blue Cadillac, and pick me up in New Jersey and then pick up Matt. Next he would drive me to wherever I needed to go. Many times he'd drive us back to the Bronx and we'd spend the day with him, either in the apartment or at Fordham playing football or soccer. He did it for a year. A true friend. He would always put change on the floor in the back for Matt to "find", and Matt would always look for it.”
“When Doug was in the hospital,” his sister Chris shares,” I often felt more like
his social secretary than his health care advocate. The phone calls, texts and e-mails
never stopped. And Doug wanted to hear about everyone who called and how to get back to them.” Doug got to know Margaret Cullen when she was a bartender at The Harbor House. But she went back to school and became a nurse practitioner. “Margaret was always his first call when he didn’t feel well, the one medical professional he knew he could truly trust,” according to Chris.
Before the pandemic, in September of 2019, many of Doug’s friends and family
gathered with him to celebrate his birthday and their friendship. It was a night of love, laughter, music and memories, held at The Wiklinski’s. Having lost Doug nearly two years later, we will treasure the good times we shared. Doug was a gift, on loan from our Lord.
And now he is truly headed home.
Says Steve, “Doug used to say that we had been friends for over thirty years and never had an argument. A mild embellishment perhaps, but only that. We simply enjoyed each other's company. When we got together, the comedy began and the worries of life would drift away. About my friend, if I were allowed only a one word description, it would be kind. I searched for him when I needed my spirit uplifted, and he never let me down. Doug, you touched many people's hearts, in very special ways.”
We didn’t have enough time with you, Doug, and we miss you already. We’ll look
out for Patrick and pray that one day, we’ll see you again. For now, no more pain
and no more suffering. God bless you, Doug. We love you.
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Marshall Pereira was born on June 8th, 1954 to Charlotte and Mortimer Pereira. After the untimely loss of his mother, he was raised by his stepmother Dorothy Pereira. Marshall joined the navy as a teenager, and served during the end of the Vietnam war. When Marshall returned to the states, he met and fell in love with MaryEllen Panacciulli. They married on September September 21, 1980 and soon gave birth to their first daughter, Aimee. Scott, their son, followed soon after and their youngest daughter, Erica, was born in 1989. Marshall had a great work ethic, that he instilled in all of his children, and spent the majority of his career working at Borough of Manhattan Community College. Marshall worked hard to provide and show love to his family, but he also built long standing friendships with his coworkers. Outside of work, Marshall enjoyed the company of his friends and family, and had many hobbies. From toy trains to firearms, Marshall’s interests were vast and passion filled. None of which he was more passionate about than automobiles. At a young age he worked on classic muscle cars and in his later years he enjoyed high performance speed. Marshall took pride in his cars, like he did most things in his life. He was proud of his friends and loved to celebrate their accomplishments. He was proud of his children. Aimee, who gave birth to his first two grandsons, Kevin and Nicolas, a successful business, and later added “granddaughter “ Jenna. Erica, who is a professional ballerina, wife to her husband Craig, and mother to his first granddaughter Ruby, and Scott and Kirby, his son and daughter-in-law, that shared many of his passions. Most of all Marshall was proud of his wife. She was an outstanding mother and stood by him during his 15 year battle with cancer. These people, his friends and family, will remember Marshall as a strong, passionate, and loving person. May he rest in peace. En Lieu of Flowers Please Donate to the 9/11 Victims Fund https://www.911healthwatch.org/where-to-get-help /
Donald S. Warner, Don to all his friends, passed away on March 6, 2024, in New York. Born in Boston on March 25, 1935, to Natalie Weinbaum and Nathan Farber, Don was known, loved, and respected, for his smarts, sense of humor, stubbornness, kindness, and preternatural abilities with a martini shaker. Don was a master bridge player, traveling nationally and internationally, and was successful in two careers. The first of these was in computers during its early days, when he spent considerable time in California and in extensive national travel, followed by finance, where he managed the assets of a select group of clients. The man believed in bonds and had the results to justify it. Don was a proud Stuyvesant High School “pegleg,” as the alumni are known. Don's education continued at Harvard for his undergraduate degree and at Boston College for his MBA. The Boston influence stuck, rendering him a life-long Red Sox fan and member of the BLOHARDS (Beloved Loyal Order of Honorable Ancient Red Sox Die-Hard Sufferers). For a time, Don was a helpful Treasurer of the Sutton Area Community (SAC) neighborhood organization, roping his partner, later wife Liora, onto the Board as well. Don lived most of his adult life in the Sutton area. He could be seen on a regular basis in ‘his’ spot, sipping a rob roy at the bar in Neary’s Restaurant, where a lasting friendship with Jimmy Neary was formed upon the restaurant’s founding 57 years ago. The fact that Don was able to nurse a cocktail with such exquisite patience was proof positive that he was there for the conversation and warm friendships, made and kept, and not the whiskey, particular as he was about that. Don loved music, especially the Great American Songbook, and Broadway shows, movies, food, oysters- raw, clams- not raw, white wine, and more, provided the quality and price met his standards. Leisure that also brought him true joy included annual trips to Saratoga and weekend trips to Atlantic City. And he won in both locales, being preternaturally able in those arenas too. In later life, Don was intent on traveling further afield, notching up half a dozen memorable, maximalist trips to Europe and China with his future wife Liora, whom he nicknamed Canary, whose singing on these trips he reveled in long past the return home. He took pride in her as a singer, and the fact that his mother had been a singer as well, and he relished the fun after-gig gatherings. St. Croix stints with his Canary hosted by dear friends were another source of annual revelry in a happy, extended last chapter, as were holiday meals with Liora’s family, which in the early days, included under-the-table shoe-hiding with his niece-in-law. No one knows which one of them started it. Don cherished his friendships. They may have been formed in various phases of his life, on Fire Island, in the Hamptons, or elsewhere, but they stayed true and were a source of continuing enjoyment and warm memories for him. Tennis was a favorite pastime back in the day. Memories of the successful practical jokes he perpetrated on bosses of yore provided considerable mirth to anyone who heard the details of his exploits. Don was loved dearly and is survived by his wife, Liora Green, and by his son Marc (m. Jaclyn) Warner by a prior marriage, and two grandchildren. May Don rest in peace. And may he enjoy practical jokes, golf, good food, wine, and music, and the resumed friendships of those we’ve lost.
Sister Maureen Elizabeth O.Carm. was called to her eternal reward unexpectedly on Saturday March 9, 2024 at Mary Manning Walsh Home. She was in the 55th year of her religious life. Marion Rita Doonan was born on June 16, 1950 in Brooklyn, NY, the first of five children born to the late Francis and Rita (nee McGuiness) Doonan. Her brother, Francis (Frank) and sister, Carol, pre-deceased her. She is survived by her brothers, Joseph and Patrick, and several nieces and nephews. Having been a Carmelette at the Madonna Residence while in High School, and then employed as a nurse’s aide, Sr. Maureen entered the Community on September 8, 1969, professed First Vows on April 3, 1972, and Perpetual Vows on April 2, 1977. She completed an R.N. Diploma Program and received a BS in Professional Arts in 1978. She also received a Certification in Gerontological Nursing in 1988. Her Missions included Ozanam Hall (1972-1980), St. Rita’s Home (1980-1983), Marian Manor (1983-1988 and 1992-1997), Carroll Manor (1988-1990), Sacred Heart Manor (1990-1992), and Little Flower Manor (1997-1999). In 1999 she received an Obedience to Mary Manning Walsh Home where she served for the past twenty-five years, most recently as the Director of Mission Integration. In the past she held various positions including Director of Nursing, Coordinator of Nursing Services, Director of Quality Assurance, and Assistant Administrator. At various times she had also been appointed Prioress, Assistant Prioress, and Bursar. Sr. Maureen was blessed with artistic and musical talents and played the melodica in the Community Choir. She was strong-willed and faithful as she courageously carried the cross of illness for many years, during which her love for the aged and for her Community strengthened her spirit of self-sacrifice. Years ago, Sr. Maureen Elizabeth heard the Lord whom she loved say “Take up your cross and follow Me.” Now He has taken the cross from her shoulders and exchanged it for a Crown of Glory! WAKE Friday, March15, 2024 2:00 p.m. – 5:00 p.m. First Floor Parlor Mary Manning Walsh Home 1339 York Avenue New York, NY 10021 MASS OF CHRISTIAN BURIAL Saturday, March 16, 2024 at 10:30 a.m. Holy Family Chapel Burial following the Mass Mary Manning Walsh Home BURIAL Saturday, March 16, 2024 at 2:00 p.m. Queen of Carmel Cemetery St. Teresa’s Motherhouse 600 Woods Road Germantown, NY 12526
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STEPHEN HOLLYDAY ROSSER Born June 29, 1954 in Danville, VA; Died January 18, 2024 in New York, NY. Steve was the son of Aubrey J. (Buddy) Rosser and Anne Burch Plunkett Rosser, both deceased. He was the brother of Aubrey J. Rosser, Jr. (Patricia Nichols) of Altavista, VA, Philip W. Rosser of Altavista, VA, and Jonathan B. Rosser (Sanya Knight Rosser) of Merrick, NY. He was also the dear Uncle of Aubrey J. (Jay) Rosser, III (Nicole Rosser) of McLean, VA, Allison W. Rosser (Brian Kenney), of Seattle, WA, and Pierce S. Rosser, of Merrick, NY. He is survived by his great-nephews, Samuel J. Rosser and Beau W. Rosser, and great-niece, Noelle E. Rosser, all of McLean, VA, and by his sister-in-law, Donna H. Rosser, of Altavista, VA. Numerous other relatives remain to celebrate his life, including an Aunt, Lilian Rosser Moore, of Louisburg, NC and an Uncle, Charles Austin Beckett, of Richmond, VA, as well as many cousins in Virginia, North Carolina, Colorado, California, Wisconsin and New York. Steve’s father, Buddy, was a Virginia Baptist Pastor. He and his brothers grew up in their father’s churches mainly in Roanoke and Richmond, Virginia. Later in life, while Steve was in College, he celebrated his mother, Anne, graduating from Union Theological Seminary and also becoming a Pastor. In all of his church and school settings he was exposed to wonderful and talented musicians, who instilled in him a love for music and the arts. His parents purchased a Steinway spinet piano for him when he was 9, which allowed him to daily explore and play the music he loved. There never was a time in his life when Steve did not participate in a choir, whether in church or at school. At the University of Richmond, where he received his undergraduate degree, he sang in the Glee Club, University Choir, and Schola Cantorum. He also participated in productions of the Drama Department. Shortly after graduating from college, Steve relocated to New York. After briefly working in banking, he began a career at CUNY, serving as Assistant to the Deputy Chancellor. Upon retirement from CUNY, he moved to Tampa, FL, where for 7 years he again worked in banking. He missed New York, however, and moved back in 2014, working at Chelsea Market Baskets for a while before beginning a new association with Apple. Steve found joy, wherever he lived, in being a part of a quality choir. During his time in New York, he sang in the choirs of several churches, including Trinity Church (Wall Street), Calvary Church, and finally at Church of the Heavenly Rest, with whom he had a never-ending love affair. He also enjoyed serving with the Choirs of St. Ann’s Church-Bridgehampton, NY, and St. Andrew’s Church-Tampa, FL when he resided in those communities. His musical talent brought him into Pomerium and Lionheart, both outstanding early music ensembles of New York City. On occasion, he performed with the New York Philharmonic Orchestra Chorus, Collegiate Chorale, and other New York performance groups. In his domestic life, he enjoyed keeping up with his family and friends in Virginia and elsewhere, often staying on the phone into the late hours of the night. He was a prodigious horticulturalist. He loved to have flowers and plants in or about his home, from seedlings to rescue projects. He would pay close attention to the plants he found in his frequent walks through Manhattan residential neighborhoods, and would often provide rescue if he thought they weren’t being properly cared for. Steve’s family history and soul were definitely Virginian, however we all knew his heart was in New York. He loved every aspect of the City, as reflected in the photos he shared with us on Facebook. They demonstrated his sharp eye for New York’s existential beauty and vibrant activity. When describing the City, he frequently said, “When you want to know the story of New York, just look up.” To him, New York was a special place, from which he received such great fulfillment. Steve’s most remarkable attribute, however, was his love of those around him. These included family, friends and associates. He learned early in life, in observing his father and mother, that the main characteristic of one’s faith should be empathy. He observed that this should be the highest virtue. Because of this understanding, he treasured sharing stories and experiences with those whom he had the privilege to know, often giving advice, whether requested or not. In all respects, however, he made sure to take all the time necessary to assure that the conversation was enjoyable and memorable, He loved so many…..so much. A Service of Remembrance will be held at Noon (music at 11:45 a.m.) on Saturday, February 17, 2024 at Church of the Heavenly Rest, 1085 Fifth Avenue, New York, NY 10128. For information, contact the Church at (212) 289-3400, ext. 214. This service will be live streamed from the Church website: heavenlyrest.org Memorial Services are also planned for the University of Richmond, in Virginia, at Cannon Memorial Chapel and Columbarium on Saturday, April 13, 2024 at 11:00 a.m., where his remains will be inurned, and at St. Andrew’s Episcopal Church, Tampa, Florida on Saturday, April 27, 2024 at 2:00 p.m. For those desiring to make a donation, the family has requested consideration of Church of the Heavenly Rest.
Paul M Maytan also known as AC2T (call sign) passed Sunday February 4, 2024 at 1:40 am at age 89. Paul lived in Yonkers, NY with his late wife Emily Maytan also known as AC2V (call sign). He is survived by his daughter Karen Mancuso and grandchildren Nicole Gabriele, Tracyann Mancuso, Ronny Mancuso, Alexirose Mancuso, with his great grandchildren Damien Drost, Matthew Gabriele, Christopher Gabriele, Riley Drost, Melanie Drost, Felicity Mancuso, Harrison Mancuso, and Ameliajean Fantigrossi. Paul was an engineer by trade for Columbia University which aided in his love for ham radio. AC2T and AC2V were a large part of the ham radio community. Paul’s passion was to offer a tech net on Tuesday evenings to educate hams. AC2T offered weekly testing for the ARRL for new hams to get their license as-well as countless upgrades. Regardless of all the awards he received and 1000s of QSL cards from speaking to hams all over the world he would say the best part is the conversation. Paul/sk 73&88’s
Ms. Deanna Nass leaves behind her loving sister Adrienne Segal.
