Tom Faranda's Folly

My thoughts on life, death, love, and money. Not necessarily in that order. This journal was started on September 8, 2005.

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Location: Croton on Hudson, New York, United States

Who is Tom Faranda and why is he keeping a web-based journal? To answer the second question, I've just started chemotherapy for lymphoma which will go on for months. Likely to have some downtime when I can work on a journal. It may also be easier to keep in touch with people, rather than by email. Who is TF? Well I am a FORMER - altar boy - math and science teacher - expatriate (Jamaica, Cayman Islands) - rugby player (20 years) - rugby coach (12 years) - scuba diver (could resume!) - Jesuit-educated (Fairfield BS, Fordham MS) - civil disobedience maven (could resume that one, too) - beer drinker - I am a CURRENT - husband (Brigid) - father (Joe and Tim) - financial advisor (CLU, ChFC) - pro-life, consistent ethic of life activist - Roman Catholic - always interested in the confluence of science, religion, and philosophy - addicted to reading - wine drinker –

Friday, October 07, 2005

Paul's Last Rites

My brother Paul’s wake was Wednesday and the funeral Thursday.

Thanks to the many friends who made the wake, the funeral, or who contacted us by phone, email, etc.

And a special thanks to the boat-mates of Paul, from his crew days at Cornell, who made the Wednesday evening wake.

Tony Johnson came from Ithaca.
Dewey Shea came from NYC.
Bob Tapscott came from Boston.

And Pat Hancock came from Poughkeepsie, and also attended the Thursday morning Mass of the Resurrection.

My family appreciated the efforts you made to honor Paul with your appearance.

And I learned a bit about how these crews actually function – which I never knew (Like the cox doesn’t sit at the back going “stroke, stroke”).

These four lads were all very athletic 6+ footers – looked like rugby #8’s! - and I had a few good laughs today thinking about my 5’3” (on his tall days) brother at the back of the skiff yapping away while they provided the grunt!

And also, John Donahue, Paul's friend from school with whom he was out of touch for 25 years. Not long ago, they were reunited when a mutual friend ran into our nephew Paul Faranda and within a month John flew from Connecticut to Texas for a happy visit. They remained in contact until Paul's death. John was at the funeral and wake, and shared some great memories.

So a terrible and painful few days, eased by the knowledge that Paul was loved and admired by many people.

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