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Sunday, December 18, 2022
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Gram. You have given me so many trees over the years to plant up in Vermont, so I am planting this grove of trees for you! Love and miss you so much!! Join in honoring their life - plant a memorial tree
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Justin Duffy uploaded photo(s)
Wednesday, January 11, 2023
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When we were kids, and our Grandparents lived in Jersey, in what my brother and I would call "The Big House", we would make trips there all the time for all sorts of family affairs. In those trips I always felt this weird comfort there and I never understood why. A part of me always thought it was the suburban life they lived, with the sound of the train tracks just a few blocks away, the children and families all so close, and of course the Kings and the DiCuias living on either side of them. I think that all had something to do with it, but I later realized that I felt the same way at their house in the Poconos. Such warm, cozy and safe feelings that I only felt at Grandma's house. The amount of genuine care and love that just oozed out of her pores was what created that environment and those feelings that I will forever hold so dear to my heart.
My Mom has told me that when I was born, it didn't matter whether my Mom or Grandma was holding me when I was crying. I didn't know the difference between the two of them. They were interchangeable. I don't remember of course, but it absolutely makes sense.
I will always remember her beautiful smile, her fragile hugs, her unnecessarily short phone conversations, her crazy hair-do's over the years (which she owned!), and I'll never forget my annual birthday bag - which was when she bought my brother and I a bag full of mostly clothes. And I hated getting clothes! But I later learned to appreciate them. Grandma, you are so loved by so many, and I know all that Tai Chi you took is paying off and you are kicking ass up there. I love you so much.
I'd just like to end with The Irish Blessing. This blessing has been seen and talked about in our Duffy family since my parents were married and Jordan and I were born. I'd like to share with you today.
"May the road rise up to meet you. May the wind be always at your back. May the sun shine warm upon your face, and the rains fall soft upon your fields. And until we meet again, may God hold you in the palm of his hand."
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Justin Duffy posted a condolence
Wednesday, January 11, 2023
When we were kids, and our Grandparents lived in Jersey, in what my brother and I would call “The Big House”, we would make trips there all the time for all sorts of family affairs. In those trips I always felt this weird comfort there and I never understood why. A part of me always thought it was the suburban life they lived, with the sound of the train tracks just a few blocks away, the children and families all so close, and of course the Kings and the DiCuia's living on either side of them. I think that all had something to do with it, but I later realized that I felt the same way in their house in the Poconos. Such warm, cozy and safe feelings that I only felt at Grandma’s house. The amount of genuine care and love that just oozed out of her pores was what created that environment and those feelings that I will forever hold so dear to my heart.
My Mom has told me that when I was born, it didn’t matter whether my mom or Grandma was holding me when I was crying. I didn’t know the difference. They were interchangeable. I don’t remember of course, but it makes sense.
I will always remember her beautiful smile, her very fragile hugs, her unnecessarily short phone conversations, her crazy hair do’s over the years (which she owned!), and I’ll never forget my annual birthday bag – which was when she bought my brother and I a bag full of mostly clothes. And I hated getting clothes! But I later learned to appreciate them. Grandma, you are so loved by so many, and I know all that Tai Chi you took is paying off and you are kicking butt up there. I love you so much.
I'd like to end with The Irish Blessing. This blessing has been seen and talked about in our Duffy family since my parents were married and my brother and I were born. I'd like to share it with you today.
“May the road rise up to meet you. May the wind be always at your back. May the sun shine warm upon your face, and the rains fall soft upon your fields. And until we meet again, may God hold you in the palm of his hand.”
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Justin Duffy posted a condolence
Wednesday, January 11, 2023
When we were kids, and our Grandparents lived in Jersey, in what my brother and I would call “The Big House”, we would make trips there all the time for all sorts of family affairs. In those trips I always felt this weird comfort there and I never understood why. A part of me always thought it was the suburban life they lived, with the sound of the train tracks just a few blocks away, the children and families all so close, and of course the Kings and the DiCuia's living on either side of them. I think that all had something to do with it, but I later realized that I felt the same way in their house in the Poconos. Such warm, cozy and safe feelings that I only felt at Grandma’s house. The amount of genuine care and love that just oozed out of her pores was what created that environment and those feelings that I will forever hold so dear to my heart.
My Mom has told me that when I was born, it didn’t matter whether my mom or Grandma was holding me when I was crying. I didn’t know the difference. They were interchangeable. I don’t remember of course, but it makes sense.
I will always remember her beautiful smile, her very fragile hugs, her unnecessarily short phone conversations, her crazy hair do’s over the years (which she owned!), and I’ll never forget my annual birthday bag – which was when she bought my brother and I a bag full of mostly clothes. And I hated getting clothes! But I later learned to appreciate them. Grandma, you are so loved by so many, and I know all that Tai Chi you took is paying off and you are kicking ass up there. I love you so much.
I'd like to end with The Irish Blessing. This blessing has been seen and talked about in our Duffy family since my parents were married and my brother and I were born. I'd like to share it with you today.
“May the road rise up to meet you. May the wind be always at your back. May the sun shine warm upon your face, and the rains fall soft upon your fields. And until we meet again, may god hold you in the palm of his hand.”
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Justin Duffy posted a condolence
Wednesday, January 11, 2023
When we were kids, and our Grandparents lived in Jersey, in what my brother and I would call “The Big House”, we would make trips there all the time for all sorts of family affairs. In those trips I always felt this weird comfort there and I never understood why. A part of me always thought it was the suburban life they lived, with the sound of the train tracks just a few blocks away, the children and families all so close, and of course the Kings and the DiCuas living on either side of them. I think that all had something to do with it, but I later realized that I felt the same way in their house in the Poconos. Such warm, cozy and safe feelings that I only felt at Grandma’s house. The amount of genuine care and love that just oozed out of her pores was what created that environment and those feelings that I will forever hold so dear to my heart.
My Mom has told me that when I was born, it didn’t matter whether my mom or Grandma was holding me when I was crying. I didn’t know the difference. They were interchangeable. I don’t remember of course, but it makes sense.
I will always remember her beautiful smile, her very fragile hugs, her unnecessarily short phone conversations, her crazy hair do’s over the years (which she owned!), and I’ll never forget my annual birthday bag – which was when she bought my brother and I a bag full of mostly clothes. And I hated getting clothes! But I later learned to appreciate them. Grandma, you are so loved by so many, and I know all that Tai Chi you took is paying off and you are kicking ass up there.
I love you so much.
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Justin Duffy posted a condolence
Wednesday, January 11, 2023
Justin Duffy
When we were kids, and our Grandparents lived in Jersey, in what my brother and I would call “The Big House”, we would make trips there all the time for all sorts of family affairs. In those trips I always felt this weird comfort there and I never understood why. A part of me always thought it was the suburban life they lived, with the sound of the train tracks just a few blocks away, the children and families all so close, and of course the Kings and the DiCuas living on either side of them. I think that all had something to do with it, but I later realized that I felt the same way in their house in the Poconos. Such warm, cozy and safe feelings that I only felt at Grandma’s house. The amount of genuine care and love that just oozed out of her pores was what created that environment and those feelings that I will forever hold so dear to my heart.
My Mom has told me that when I was born, it didn’t matter whether my mom or Grandma was holding me when I was crying. I didn’t know the difference. They were interchangeable. I don’t remember of course, but it makes sense.
I will always remember her beautiful smile, her very fragile hugs, her unnecessarily short phone conversations, her crazy hair do’s over the years (which she owned!), and I’ll never forget my annual birthday bag – which was when she bought my brother and I a bag full of mostly clothes. And I hated getting clothes! But I later learned to appreciate them. Grandma, you are so loved by so many, and I know all that Tai Chi you took is paying off and you are kicking ass up there. I love you so much.
I'd like to end with The Irish Blessing. This blessing has been seen and talked about in our Duffy family since my parents were married and my brother and I were born. I'd like to share it with you today.
“May the road rise up to meet you. May the wind be always at your back. May the sun shine warm upon your face, and the rains fall soft upon your fields. And until we meet again, may god hold you in the palm of his hand.”
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Justin Duffy posted a condolence
Wednesday, January 11, 2023
When we were kids, and our Grandparents lived in Jersey, in what my brother and I would call “The Big House”, we would make trips there all the time for all sorts of family affairs. In those trips I always felt this weird comfort there and never understood why. A part of me always thought it was the suburban life they lived, with the sound of the train tracks just a few blocks away, the children and the families all so close and of course the King’s and the DiCuia’s living on either side of them. I think that all had something to do with it, but I later realized that I felt the same way in their house in the Poconos. Such warm, cozy, and safe feelings that I only felt at Grandmas house. The amount of genuine care and love that just oozed out of her pores was what created that environment and those feelings that I will forever hold so dear to my heart.
My mom has told me that when I was born, it didn’t matter whether mom or Grandma was holding me when I was crying. I didn’t know the difference. They were interchangeable. I don’t remember, of course, but it makes sense.
I will always remember her beautiful smile, her very fragile hugs, her unnecessarily short phone conversations, her crazy hair do’s over the years, (which she owned!), and I’ll never forget my annual birthday bag - which was when she bought my brother and I a bag full of mostly clothes. And I hated getting clothes. But I later learned to appreciate them. Grandma, you are so loved by so many, and I know all that Tai Chi you took is paying off and you are kicking ass up there, I love you so much.
I’d like to end with The Irish Blessing. This blessing has been seen and talked about in our Duffy family since my parents were married and my brother and I were born. I’d like to share it with you today….
“ May the road rise up to meet you. May the wind be always at your back. May the sun shine warm upon your face, and the rains fall soft upon your fields. And until we meet again, may God hold you in the palm of his hand.”
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Justin Duffy posted a condolence
Wednesday, January 11, 2023
When we were kids, and our Grandparents lived in Jersey, in what my brother and I would call “The Big House”, we would make trips there all the time for all sorts of family affairs. In those trips I always felt this weird comfort there and I never understood why. A part of me always thought it was the suburban life they lived, with the sound of the train tracks just a few blocks away, the children and families all so close, and of course the Kings and the DiCuas living on either side of them. I think that all had something to do with it, but I later realized that I felt the same way in their house in the Poconos. Such warm, cozy and safe feelings that I only felt at Grandma’s house. The amount of genuine care and love that just oozed out of her pores was what created that environment and those feelings that I will forever hold so dear to my heart.
My Mom has told me that when I was born, it didn’t matter whether my mom or Grandma was holding me when I was crying. I didn’t know the difference. They were interchangeable. I don’t remember of course, but it makes sense.
I will always remember her beautiful smile, her very fragile hugs, her unnecessarily short phone conversations, her crazy hair do’s over the years (which she owned!), and I’ll never forget my annual birthday bag – which was when she bought my brother and I a bag full of mostly clothes. And I hated getting clothes! But I later learned to appreciate them. Grandma, you are so loved by so many, and I know all that Tai Chi you took is paying off and you are kicking ass up there. I love you so much.
I'd like to end with The Irish Blessing. This blessing has been seen and talked about in our Duffy family since my parents were married and my brother and I were born. I'd like to share it with you today.
“May the road rise up to meet you. May the wind be always at your back. May the sun shine warm upon your face, and the rains fall soft upon your fields. And until we meet again, may god hold you in the palm of his hand.”
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Jordan Duffy uploaded photo(s)
Tuesday, January 10, 2023
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I have memories of Gram as far back as I can remember. She was always there for us. She told my mom that she would follow her wherever she went. And I am very grateful that she did. She was always there for us growing up. Always. She made it to every soccer game she could, every school event, Grandparents day, and even my college graduation in Vermont. She was a very proud Grandma. Between Anya, Mishon, Justin, and I, I don't think she could have bragged enough about us to her friends. I know she wanted to see the next chapters in our lives, but I also know that she is still here with us, proud as ever.
Growing up, she was always so worried about us! Our extreme sports and occasional injuries did not help… She may not have been the most adventurous person, but we still took her on 4-wheeler rides at the cabin whenever she made it up there. One year we took a family vacation to Rocking Horse Ranch in upstate New York. I convinced her to take a ride in a paddle boat with me on the little pond they had there. I steered us right into a big fountain in the middle of the pond and got us both soaked! A memory I'll never forget.
Speaking of memories… gram had so many! Her and grandpa traveled the world. From Japan, to Mexico, to Alaska. Gram loved to sit down and show us photo albums of all of their trips, and reminisce with grandpa. We recently found out that there are photo albums tucked into just about every nook and cranny of their house. I have many memories of her sharing their experiences through photo albums over the years. Thankfully, I also have many memories and photos of her over the years that I hope to share with my grandchildren one day.
I recently watched a movie that had a quote in it that stuck with me. As hard as this all has been, this quote somehow put a different perspective on the difficulty of dealing with the loss.
“Grief is the price we pay for love, and it’s worth it a million times over.”
And I love you so much Gram. Thank you for everything.
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Glen Levine posted a condolence
Friday, December 30, 2022
As you all I am sure have your own memories of our mom, Jill and I just wanted to share some of our memories with you.
Our mom led a simple life - just a few simple things were needed to keep her happy – never missing a meal, watching her television shows, of which she had many, including soap operas from the 60’s, shopping, her good friends, and most importantly, her family.
Mom was the type of person who didn’t like big changes in life. So, when Jill and I were young, and our family picked up and moved from Syracuse to New Jersey to start a new life, knowing mom, this would have been stressful, way out of her comfort zone. She was surely thinking – “What have I done!” But she was also resourceful and it didn’t take her long to get involved in things like the PTA, Sisterhood, crafts, and a job at the public library. Most importantly, these activities helped her settle in to this new world, and establish life-long friendships that meant so much to her.
During those years our dad worked a lot. To get in family time, we went on camping trips on the weekends, which we still haven’t figured out because Mom was never an outdoors woman. But we did it together almost every other weekend for years.
Mom really didn’t like camping, so Dad went and picked up a deluxe tent including cots to keep her off the ground. And that was all well and good until a storm rolled in, which happened on more than one occasion. Then, Mom would leave the deluxe tent and raised cots to find shelter somewhere with a hard roof – usually the bathroom, where she’d wait out the storm.
As I said, mom was not an outdoor woman, but she went week after week to be with family and friends – her most treasured possessions.
Another funny memory was an odd but special connection Mom, Jill and I had when we grew up – it was our pet collie, Rusty. Rusty was the perfect dog, but only when dad was around. However, when dad was at work, which was a lot, Rusty was sinister. He was the kind of dog that would walk into a room full of company and start barking. Or, halfway through a walk around the block he would sit down in the middle of the road and stubbornly refuse to move. He would growl and show his teeth, at which point Mom would call out, “He’s smiling at me, please help.” The three of us had to collaborate many times over the years so we didn’t run into bad situations with that dog. To this day, our dad thinks we made it all up because he was such an angel for him. It’s funny how silly little things in a family’s life create bonds.
Mom loved her grandchildren, as most grandmothers do, and wanted so much to have a close relationship with them. However, as a toddler, her granddaughter Anya was not easy to establish a relationship with. One day out of nowhere, Anya, about age 3, took her Grandma by the hand and walked her to a closet, gently pushed her in, closed the door, and walked back to the living room leaving her there. Mom smiled and took it in stride, but after that, she was determined to break through with her cheeky, little granddaughter. And sure enough, with little gifts, and fun surprises, she brought Anya around. Over the years, that sweet relationship only strengthened, to the point where Anya and her grandmother would talk on the phone almost every Friday while Anya was in college. They had a very special friendship.
Mishon, Mom’s youngest grandchild, was a high energy child. This made her Grandma very nervous, thinking Mishon would get hurt. So, Grandma was always yelling at her to, “sit down, sit down, sit down!” But … on the other hand it was Grandma who would do things like give her chocolate pudding at 8 PM which sent Mishon spinning around the house and jumping on the beds! Grandma couldn’t help herself, because her mindset was always wanting everyone to be happy, to have a good time.
Holidays were extremely important to Mom, and the top of the list was Thanksgiving. This might have had something to do with the fact that I was born 2 days before Thanksgiving and Justin on Thanksgiving. For the past 20+ years Mom and Dad hosted Thanksgiving. Over the years it was filled with family and friends. What Mom worried most about was that everyone was having a good time. She would stress out, every year, over how it was going to go, and we told her over and over again that everything would be fine. And it was - every single Thanksgiving was great, and we are all so lucky for the memories she created for us.
Mom and Dad’s relationship started over 70 years ago. There are few people that can say that. Theirs’s was a loving partnership, they were truly meant for each other, and they are so fortunate to have shared a long wonderful life together. When we recently looked at all the pictures my Mom collected, it was clear their story was filled with children, grandchildren, friends, but most importantly each other. They did everything together. Jill and I lost our mom and a best friend, and to dad his lifelong partner, but she had a great life filled with fun, friends, and family. She was blessed to have so many special people around her and will be missed tremendously.
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Wednesday, December 28, 2022
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3 NEXT DOOR NEIGHBORS
3 GREAT FRIENDS
3 ANGELS IN HEAVEN ❤❤❤
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O'HAV SHALOM TEMPLE.
ONE OF MANY PLAYS MRS LEVINE WAS PART OF...SHE WAS ALWAYS OFF TUNE...BUT WHAT A TROOPER!
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Wednesday, December 28, 2022
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Living on Kuhn Drive in the 70's was a gift of belonging to something larger than just being part of the Saddle Brook Community. It was the best block to grow up on. No matter where we all moved after that, we all still consider it home. I think that's why the Levine's moved to Pennsylvania in such slow increments so that Mrs. Levine wouldn't feel left out. The sweet memories of celebrating each other's special occasions, birthday parties, block parties, barbecues, taking care of each other's little ones and keeping the older ones in check was the bond that tied us all together. I remember that the adults were always talking and laughing on each other's stoops while keeping neighborhood watch. It really was the kind of place where you could borrow a cup of sugar or a glass of "mulk" as Tracey used to say, and know that someone had your back. I especially remember the summers playing box ball, tag, hide-and-seek, riding bikes and swimming at each other's houses. This photo was a rare occasion where everyone left the kids home, dressed up and came out to support Mr. Gorgone, who I believe was running for office. Please feel free to add any comments or memories of this photo or of living on Kuhn drive.
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