This memorial website was created in the memory of our loved one, Deanna Moon who was born on October 4, 1981 and passed away on March 22, 1991. We will remember her forever. Please help keep her memory alive by posting pictures, comments or memories of her.
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Leave a tributeToday I am retired and I still raise butterflies for schools, individuals, and the Miami Beach Botanical Garden. Every class I teach I tell them about how butterflies carry our thoughts, hopes, and dreams to our loved ones. With each butterfly I release Deanna and her family are remembered.
Happy Happy Birthday in Heaven to a Very Sweet young lady. Your life upon this earth was way too short but, your memory lives on and you are forever missed by many. I had never had the chance to meet you but may you have a Happy Birthday in Heaven with all of the Angels!
Love always !!
Life is filled with happiness and sadness and many things that we as human beings can never understand such as why a sweet and innocent angel such as Deanna would be taken from this earth at such an early age. But Deanna's life and memory are forever etched in the heart and soul including many people who never knew her personally, and yet are blessed by the love that will always be around the spirit of Deanna which indeed; will live forever. Rest in Peace.
Love from Dr. Damian Stone and Family.
(Huntington, New York / Tampa, Florida).
Twenty Five years ago this month, this world lost a beautiful person, and Heaven gained a beautiful angel.
Love from Dr. Damian Stone and Family.
(Huntington, New York / Tampa, Florida).
[I did not write the following poem, but I found it on Internet, and wanted to share it here for Deanna.]
"We little knew that morning,
God was going to call your name,
In life we loved you dearly,
In death we do the same.
It broke our hearts to lose you,
You did not go alone.
For part of us went with you
The day God called you home.
You left us beautiful memories,
Your love is still our guide,
And though we cannot see you,
You are always at our side.
Our family chain is broken,
and nothing seems the same,
But as God calls us one by one,
The chain will link again."
In Love and Respect, Dr. Damian Stone; Tampa, Florida.
I never had the opportunity to have known Deanna Moon personally, however, I will forever remember the untimely passing of this little angel in 1991; twenty four years ago today. As a resident of Melville Long Island at the time, it was an event that changed many lives. May Deanna's memory and her spirit continue to flourish and bless all of those who were moved by her life and her death. In Love and Respect, Dr. Damian Stone; Tampa, Florida.
You are always in my heart.
Leave a Tribute
Today I am retired and I still raise butterflies for schools, individuals, and the Miami Beach Botanical Garden. Every class I teach I tell them about how butterflies carry our thoughts, hopes, and dreams to our loved ones. With each butterfly I release Deanna and her family are remembered.
Lives interwoven
I don't know why I am writing this nor what has led me to do so. I never met Deanna or her family, didn't attend her school and I do not live in her town. At the time of Deannas accident, I was 14 years old and in 8th grade at Hauppauge Middle School. I remember hearing and reading about the incident, but what struck me was her school photo on the cover on Newsday on March 15th, 1991. That day happens to be my birthday, though just a coincidence I guess. I was in a group of middle schoolers that used to read to younger students and the girl I read to looked so similar to Deanna (I had read to this student during the prior year). Perhaps that was the first connection or maybe I was just more sensitive and aware of our mortality at a younger age than most.
I remember being profoundly saddened by Deanna's passing and for some reason, over the years, her name and her face have come into my mind from time to time. I am now 36 and a proud father of an 8 year old and a 3 year old girl. Being a parent, I am now extremely aware of what parents go through in the loss of a child. I know how the lives of Deanna's parents, siblings and extended family must have been divided into two pieces; Before her passing and after. If her parents or siblings happen to read this, I want to properly extend my condolences and pay respect to the loss and memory of you daughter/ sister. By this point, I am probably rambling in my writing so I will move to sum it up.. I never knew Deanna but in some strange way and for some unknown reason, her memory has been etched in my mind for the last 22 years. Not in some strange or weird way, but rather as a subltle, gentle reminder from time to time throughout my life. Why this is, I have no answer. Nevertheless, I just want you to know that her memory lives in places you never knew existed. God bless you all and I hope you have found peace in your lives. This Thanksgiving, I am sure she will be there with you as she is and has been each and every day.
Deanna
So, i remember when you were born. We came to visit, and your sister and I got preoccupied with our "records", (yep....The old vinyls....lol)! And so we forgot you were napping, and we were jamming out, having fun, acting like rockstars to a 45 record of "Oh Mickey!!" ........ANd than BOOM!! Your dad comes in, "HEY ANG!!!!!!!!!!!!! TURN THAT MUSIC DOWWWWWWN!!!"
Well we tripped all the way to the record player and turned that off with a quickness!! And the funny thing is, that was the first and last time I had ever seen your dad mad, EVER!! But i have kids, and i know what lack of sleep does to even us loving parents!!:)
However, since we thought we were the best singers ever, we were also using another advanced piece of equipment to record ourselves ...(Yep, a tape recorder!) So, because of that, we got your father on tape yelling at us!!! It was so funny!!! We didn't tell him, and instead played him yelling at us over and over (this time, very low of course) and agreed that his performance was much better than ours! I wonder if Angela still has the tape!?! LOL!!!
So than, we went to your room, because you did wake up anyway (on your own, i might add, so that your dad doesn't get mad again....lololol!!) Your mommy was changing, what was to me, the tiniest person I had ever seen up until that point. You were kicking your tiny little chicken legs, and looking around at your sister's voice saying "Hi Deanna, Hi Deanna!!!.." and I think that that was when i fell in love with infants....the little angels we are given, just like yourself. So tiny, and beautiful you were....
I think of that day, and the many days since than when i was with you and your family, and I am so sorry you had to be taken away so young, and so soon....from your mother, father, sister, your family, and friends.....it was on the day that you died that I learned what true heartbreak is....and that our children should never, ever be taken from us....and i think of your family often and admire their strength...which I am sure is coming from their personal angel, You:)
She sure new how to get your attention
OK this might not be what you remembered or how you think things went, but this is how it went for me. I was in 11grade, I was busy with high school and running all the time. Then this, Like everyone I remember not believing it, my memory takes me back visiting Deanna in a hospital bed. Were I thought it would be the same place I was when I was nine, in a hospital bed. You know where the kids stay and get better. It wasn't there though, not the same room not the hallway I remembered not even the same wing. I thought I was going to be talking to her and hearing her laugh or just being there quite. I was overwhelmed by sadness and remember praying for her to not be scared, cause I was.
Then the next thing that happened, weeks have past, and I'm walking out of the church service to my parents car. Looking behind me, there was to me, hundreds of cars and just as many people. Going down 110 for miles passing Deanna's house turning back onto 110 and the cars that pasted on the other side of the guard were grieving just as the people were in front of me. You see, we were going down 110 and there was so many cars we past the end of the line on the way back towards the church, which seemed like to me five or ten minutes of driving. Then when we arrived at that Grave yard, even more people were around, some that I new some that were total strangers, including men hiding behind tomb stones taking pictures for the news, then quickly to a house near my old middle school. I couldn't tell you who's house it was or if I have ever been there before.
Arriving I felt sick and nervous. Walking through that front door was very difficult. John was standing there, I didn't know what to say or do, I'm speechless. I have been jealous at times in my days of Johns joy for life. Seeing such a giant personality such as he, full of smiles, on the ready for a joke and always with love, cry the way he did crushed me. Then he said to the adult next to me who broke the ice with words i didn't hear
Yea.. she sure new how to get your attention...