Wednesday, February 21, 2018

Heather Lynn Davis, 47, ‘did not complain. Much.’

She was born on July 28, 1973 and adopted shortly thereafter by Walter and Rose Neal. Turns out you really can choose your family. Upon realizing that she’d proven that piece of conventional wisdom wrong, she decided to make proving the world wrong her life’s goal. (H/T to Carol Snyder Foltz)

Wednesday, February 14, 2018

Mary Therese O’Connell, ‘found joy in the little things, her husband’s endowments not included’

Mary Therese O’Connell (aka “Puddy,” “Mommo,” or “that weird woman who is so nice to me”), shuffled off her motor oil on Feb. 10, 2018, passing away suddenly and peacefully where she excelled — in bed. (H/T Carol Snyder Foltz)

Thursday, February 8, 2018

Shannon Leonard Churchill dead of colon cancer

My advice to you all is to make those bucket lists and to start filling them in. Life is short and it only runs out; I should know, I was only 44.

Saturday, February 3, 2018

Robert Drew died knowing ‘Dez did, in fact, catch the ball’

Robert Clyde Drew, beloved husband, father, and Papa, drew his last breath January 25, 2018, mainly, we suspect, to prevent himself from having to watch the Patriots and Eagles in the Superbowl. A loyal Cowboys fan, he died peacefully with his daughter by his side, knowing full well that Dez, did, in fact, catch the ball.

Saturday, January 27, 2018

Terry Ward, 71, ‘had zero working knowledge of the Kardashians’

He is preceded in death by his parents Paul and Bernice Ward, daughter Laura Pistello, grandson Vincent Pistello, brother Kenneth Ward, a 1972 Rambler and a hip.

Wednesday, December 20, 2017

Grove Roys III, 64; on safari to stay

Grove Roys III, 64, of Torrington, a legend in the model railroading community, lover of cheeseburgers and classic Corvettes, and an amateur whistler of songs by The Beach Boys, passed away on Dec. 17, 2017.

Friday, December 8, 2017

Lloyd Banquer, 86, fisherman extraordinaire

Though trout, bluefish, striped bass and many of their cohorts might see it differently, the family and many friends of Lloyd Banquer, 86, are deeply saddened by his death. ... Lloyd loved fly-fishing both close to home and far afield. On trout season's opening day he was as much a fixture on the Housatonic River as icy fingers and tangled lines. He made six fishing expeditions by seaplane and canoe into Maine's Allagash wilderness. In fall he could often be found on a Fairfield beach, casting for dawdling stripers with intricate flies he tied himself.