Submitted by: Kayla Eisenhart
My Tribute: Michael Sterling Eisenhart born July 16th, 1978 lost his battle with addiction on May 14th, 2021. Leaving behind 4 kids ranging from 21-14. You will be missed dearly but you are finally at peace. We love you.
– The Eisenhart Kids <3
Submitted by: Jessica Arcoraci
My Tribute: Staff Sergeant Ed Sousa. US Army Veteran. Served in Operation Iraqi Freedom in 2003 and 2005. The BEST big brother, father, and Uncle Eddie. He is so deeply missed. He could make anyone laugh by telling a simple story and adding his twist to it. He had a contagious smile and laugh. He cared so much about those he loved and never stopped showing them. I wish we could have done more, helped more, said more…..I would do anything to have him back. I miss you, brudder.
Submitted by: Daughter: Dee
My Tribute: Rest In Peace to my father. Known as CUBA. I love you papi. I will never forget you. You are loved and missed. 11/11/60 – 12/2/21
Submitted by: Ellen Moore
My Tribute: Richard was born on January 3rd, 1979. He passed away from an overdose on April 12th, 2021. I miss him terribly. It still feels unreal!! Screech was a father to one son Logan Quinn. He was a roofer, a mechanic and a friend to everyone. He is at peace finally and I can’t wait to see him again ❤
Submitted by: Laurie Steves
My Tribute: Zachary struggles with addiction and mental illness. I am not the same person as I was before losing him. I’m trying to save his sister from the same.
(Google Laurie Steves/fentanyl)
Submitted by: Beverly Joyce Reilly
My Tribute: I love you Steven Artis. Wish I could’ve done more. Miss you so much. My heart aches. Be at peace. I’ll always love you.
Submitted by: Mom
My Tribute: Corbin was a beautiful person who struggled. He fought hard throughout his life to overcome his challenges. I don’t know how to go on without you my love.💔
Submitted by: Ariann Costa
My Tribute: I remember New York City street corners, holding onto your NorthFace backpack trying to disguise the rattle of spray paint cans inside. Constantly evading the police. climbing up scaffolding, trespassing rooftops. you were so fucking cool. Your swagger. Your presence. You stood tall. could always find you in a crowd. People who knew you, say we laugh the same. I love holding onto any commonalities with you. because know in time they will fade, sadly.
I remember being sixteen and living in Paris, you came to visit, it was during your Freshman year at Bard and suddenly you were an adult. I always looked up to you. You protected me.
I remember miles long walks around the city, (when I say “the city”, I mean New York).at night, at dawn, with Gusto. Lobster lunches at Blue Ribbon, those wooden booths at John’s Pizza on Bleeker where dad would never allow us to carve our name into, despite the decades worth of damage. I remember sitting on stoops, smoking on fire escapes, walking around…