Sunday, June 11, 2023
Emily is Seventeen
Monday, July 18, 2022
Saturday, June 11, 2022
Sixteen
Sunday, July 18, 2021
Seventeen
Elizabeth made it through another year and is finally seventeen! She had a challenging year with COVID and academics, but we are so proud of how she persevered. She continues to carry a challenging course load at school, including three AP classes during her junior year. The workload was heavy, but she was up to the task, having her best academic year yet, grade-wise. She lettered in three sports, captain of two, and excelled in lacrosse during the spring. Her lacrosse game has really exploded over the summer and she's been in contact with a few college coaches about playing, including a campus visit and tour last week. We don't know where this road will take her, but it will be an exciting journey no matter what she decides. She went to two proms (after thinking that COVID would rob her of the opportunity to ever attend a prom) and had a fantastic time at both of them. She got her license and suddenly, she seems to be driving everywhere. We are enjoying watching her expand her horizons and we can't wait to see what the next year brings, including high school graduation and college decisions! Happy birthday to our first born.
Friday, June 11, 2021
Fifteen
Our sweet, funny, stubborn, athletic, beautiful Emily is fifteen today and what a year she's had. She started her year as an 8th grader and ended it on the eve of final exams as a freshman. She has embraced absolutely everything about high school - from her hard won position as a starter on the varsity soccer team (a dream come true), to her ever-increasing circle of friends, to the rigor of her academic courses - Emily has absolutely thrived. She has also dealt with the constant changes and disappointments of COVID better than almost anyone we know. When sports were "paused" over the winter, she hit the gym with a vengeance and came back in the spring stronger and faster, and with a killer throw in. When her lacrosse team was quarantined and she had to take classes online, she made the best of it, cooking breakfasts and lunches for herself, such that her teachers always wanted details about what she was making. We have watched her blossom as a person as her friend group grows - she is well-liked by school friends and her soccer friends and they are all always looking for ways to spend as much time together as possible. She is fun and easy to be around 95% of the time, although she's an absolute terror the other 5%. We have enjoyed watching her grow this year and cannot wait to see what the future holds for her.
Saturday, July 18, 2020
Sixteen
Thursday, June 11, 2020
Fourteen
Thursday, July 18, 2019
Fifteen
Tuesday, June 11, 2019
Thirteen
Wednesday, July 18, 2018
Fourteen
Monday, June 11, 2018
Twelve
Happy birthday to our sweet Emily! We are so happy to be on this wonderful ride with you!
Sunday, March 4, 2018
A Life Well Lived
Below is the text from the eulogy I wrote and delivered at her funeral:
Good morning. Thank you all for being here today to celebrate my mother.
Mom was born in 1936, in the heart of the Great Depression, and she had a difficult childhood. Her parents separated when she was a little girl, and my grandmother struggled to raise 2 young girls alone. At times, food and clothing were scarce and Mom began working at a very young age to help support the family.
After graduating from St. Joseph High School for Girls in 1954, she took a job at the Telephone Company. In 1958, she met my father and as he tells the story, by the second date, he knew she was The One. They were married less than a year later. My parents’ honeymoon included a Giants/Steelers game and then Niagara Falls. I’m sure my mother thought that she had taken the trip of a lifetime – little did she know how things would turn out.
Mom and Dad settled in on Candia Road – buying the house next door to this church where my father still lives today – more than 57 years ago. Together, they raised the four of us – Michael, Kathleen, Joe and me. We all have memories of sharing a hot breakfast together every morning, taking homemade lunches to school every day and sharing family meals together every night. If one of us missed regular dinner time because of work or sports, mom always had a warm plate waiting when we got home and she would sit and keep us company while we ate.
Mom was a wonderful baker. Her bread and rolls won blue ribbons for years at the Deerfield Fair. Her baklava was famous; her fudge delicious; her blueberry pie considered second to none by family and friends; and her chocolate cookies were so good that my college friends affectionately called her “Mrs. O’Chip” instead of Mrs. O’Connor.
Mom and Dad had a great marriage. As kids, I’m certain that we didn’t fully understand their partnership but it had an impact on us. Their love left an impression, as they modeled for us what a good marriage should be like. The greatest evidence of their influence is that the four of us all chose such good partners when we got married. What a gift they gave us.
After many years of hard work, saving money and raising a family, mom and dad began taking trips together. Other people take vacations. My parents took trips.
Two weeks in coastal California; two weeks in the southwest touring national parks; two weeks in Hawaii (twice); and three weeks in Alaska. And then, the real traveling began. A month in Japan and China; a month in Australia and New Zealand; weeks traveling through many countries in Africa; Ireland; the Canadian Rockies; Turkey; Greece; Israel; Germany; Poland; Italy; and years later, one final trip, to South Africa. In all, they traveled more than 200,000 miles together.
And mom didn’t just visit these places – she EXPERIENCED them. She walked the Great Wall of China; fed a koala bear in Australia; pet a cheetah in South Africa; visited a former concentration camp in Poland; toured mosques and synagogues in Istanbul and Jerusalem; watched a pride of lions kill its prey on safari in South Africa; watched the sun rise from a hot air balloon over the plains of Tanzania; and walked ancient ruins in Athens. Thinking about her childhood, never could my mom have imagined all the places she would go and all of the things she would see and do. Truly, she lived the American Dream.
In her final years, my mother suffered from Alzheimer’s. Although it is important to remember how she lived, not how she died, I would be remiss if I did not mention the toll that this disease took on not only my mother, but also my father and each of her children. We were, however, incredibly lucky. My sister Kathleen was with my mother every step of the way as she battled this disease and for that, and so many other things, we owe her a debt of gratitude. May you all be so lucky to have a Kathleen in your family.
Ralph Waldo Emerson said “it is not the length of life, but the depth.” Mom lived fully and deeply. She loved each of us fully and deeply. She taught us how to love and how to live. We are forever grateful for her legacy and we will always carry her in our hearts.




