MMC Memorial Site


Daniel (Hal) Crisman

Family Tribute:

Daniel Hal Crisman (Danny)

Age 25

Hometown: South Montrose, Pennsylvania

Danny was a wonderful son. Having Danny for a son and friend has been the greatest gift life has given me. A son is a maker of memories, a special source of pride. A son is love.

Danny always had a contagious smile, laughing eyes, and his soft-spokenness put everyone at ease. Danny had a very special way of touching the soul of everyone he met.

Danny had many interests and mastered them all: art, guitar, poetry, photography, writing, landscaping, and even fixing automobiles. He was also an avid reader and had a geat love for the outdoors. Danny’s grasping of knowledge and eagerness to learn always made him a winner.

We will all miss the smile that could melt your heart.

Thank you for being the best son ever.

Love,

Mom


Daniel H. Crisman: In Love With the Big City

He came from the small town of South Montrose, Pa., but he was enchanted by the inexhaustible mysteries and wonders of New York. Daniel Crisman soaked in everything about the city.

Mr. Crisman, 25, felt he was on a roll. He had labored as a carpenter in New Jersey, but yearned for something more certain and less seasonal. He found a job as a temp at Marsh & McLennan. On Sept. 1, after a year of tentative status, he was made a permanent employee as a training coordinator.

When he learned the good news, he was ecstatic, flashing one of his trademark smiles. "He really felt like he had made it," said his girlfriend, Danielle Zazula. "He felt he had achieved a level of success in his life."

Art was another side of him. He met Ms. Zazula at a poetry workshop where both of them read some of their work. They shared so many interests, including admiration for Charles Bukowski. For two years, they lived together in Chelsea.

More recently, Mr. Crisman had set aside poetry and embraced photography, taking pictures of flowers and leaves. He also created collages, mixing his photographs with images he cut out of magazines and wrappers and bottle caps he found on the streets of the city that so inspired him.

Copyright (c) 2001 by The New York Times Co. Reprinted by permission.



 

  
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Danny, I just wanted you to know that I haven't forgotten, and even though I am on the other side of the country right now, my heart sent a million prayers up to Heaven for you today.
Danielle Indoe, 9/11/2003 11:44:57 PM
Dear Danny,

It's that time again. I think of you so often and hope that you have found your own special place which you so deserve. Please know that you are missed and will never be forgotten. Rest in peace, dear sweet Danny.

Linda Arnold, 9/7/2003 11:55:13 AM
I'm 16 now but I can still remember so clearly playing basketball with Danny when I was 6. Of course he was much older, and I could never understand why he would want to play with such a little kid, but I had so much fun. That night I was staying at his house while Deb watched my sister and me, because our parents had gone out. I remember eating dinner and laughing the entire time. After dinner, Danielle and I went into Danny's room and took turns trying to beat him in Nintendo. We never won, he was just too good. We got bored and decided that we wanted to play at game that was across the street at my house. We raced over there and brought it back and played it, until we decided that we wanted to take another turn at Nintendo. While he and my sister played, I fell asleep on his bed. I remember I was barely awake, but I felt myself being lifted up. I looked towards the person's face and it was Danny carrying me to the guest bedroom. He put me down and said goodnight. That is the strongest memory I have of him. Danny was always so kind, so nice. We lost touch when he moved, and Deb moved to Penn. Although, his death seems so long ago, it doesn't mean that he has to be so far away. He is always there. For me, he will always be the house across the street. When I think about him, and how much fun we had, and how cool he was to me, I can just look across the street and tell myself that part of him is in that house. In that room at the end of the hall. In the memory of his fish tank. In his friend Bubba. I still see Bubba once in a while when he comes into my family's restaurant and I want to remember Danny so bad and I want to see him. But than I always remember that he is in such a better place with so many good people watching out for him. And in turn he is watching over us, and smiling.

Death is not the end but merely the beginning. Rest in peace and keep that smile.

Gabi Indoe

Gabi Indoe, 3/19/2003 4:40:24 PM
DEAR SON,

MERRY CHRISTMAS, I LOVE YOU, THANK YOU FOR BEING

THE BEST SON EVER.

WITH ALL MY LOVE, MOM

" A PRAYER FROM THE HEART TO HEAVEN ABOVE - MAY

ANGELS SHOWER YOU WITH BLESSINGS OF LOVE."

CHRISTMAS 2002

DEBBIE CRISMAN, 12/25/2002 9:05:25 AM
DEAR DANNY,

MY WONDERFUL SON. I LOVE YOU AND MISS YOU.

THANK YOU FOR BEING THE BEST SON.

MAY YOU REST IN PEACE.

WITH ALL MY LOVE UNTIL I SEE YOU IN HEAVEN.

LOT'S OF LOVE MOM

DEBORA CRISMAN, 9/11/2002 10:11:15 PM
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