Remembering my brother, JuJo's 'Going Away Party'Where I first set eyes on you.
Remembering my very best friend, Frankie, being thereAnd me saying to him 'That's the girl I want to marry'.
Remembering pursuing and being rejectedRemembering finally conquering your heart.
Remembering me attending East New York Vocational Tech High School, an all boys school.
Remembering you attending William H. Maxwell High School, an all girls school.
Remembering the two high schools coming together, planning school dances and performing school plays.
Remembering Senior day.
Remembering Prom night.
Remembering borrowing a car, getting lost and arriving at the Prom late.
Remembering graduation and both of us departing attending the same college, but different campus.
Remembering me withdrawing from college for many reasons and joining the Marines.
Remembering coming home one year later from the Marines and marrying my 'High School Sweetheart'.
Remembering leaving the very next day because I was being shipped overseas.
Remembering getting discharged from the Marines and trying to fit back into the civilian world in which I was lost in, having you there to set the stage.
Remembering our first child, Krystal Anne, that took fifteen years in the making.
Remembering you giving birth to Krystal, all those lengthy hours, the hard times you had and the many times we thought we would lose her.
Remembering the coming of our son, Chris James, two and a half years later and nicknaming him 'Macho Man'.
Remembering that no one said that 'Life was Easy', that we sometimes learn to adapt to different situations - good, wrong or indifferent. But always remembering from the first time that we enter this world we have a mission to accomplish. We have no knowledge of what it is, but as soon as the mission is full-filled it's time to depart from this world, leaving behind our loved ones. But nothing is greater than being with the God Almighty. When that happens, it's not to question why, but to accept that there are many reasons why. For those who stay behind will continue to nourish the seed we planted and ask God for health, strength and courage.
Our son, Chris, saw what took place on September 11th and he asked many questions. One was 'How do we get the bad guys?' I responded by telling him the Armed Forces and the many different law enforcement agencies. He tells me when he's of age he will join the FBI and I'm sure he will succeed.
To many, you were called Debbie, Wife, Mother, Daughter, Sister, Aunt and Friend. With all those titles you held here on earth there is no greater title or place than being with the God Almighty.
As you look down from the heavens you know that there are many friends and family members who keep close ties with 'this' family. Marsh & McLennan Companies became a big part of this family and we hope and pray that it will always be that way.
Always remember that no one leaves this planet alive. We will all join you in the Kingdom of God and together start a new life.
As long as we remember, you will always live on.
May God Bless Us All.
Your Husband Otelio (a.k.a., Tilito and JR) and your children Krystal Anne and Chris James
Always in Our Hearts!
'Remembering the Good Times'
On August 3rd, 2001, my mom, brother, and I took a trip to Florida to visit our families and friends. When we arrived to Florida, we stayed over my cousin's house. Then, we all went to a restaurant to eat. A week later, we had to get up early in the morning because we were staying at a hotel in Orlando. The next day, we went to 'Islands of Adventure'. My brother and I went on many rides, such as the Hulk, the storm ride, the Spider Man ride and many more. We also went to Sea World and MGM. I enjoyed them a lot because I had fun watching the shows and performances people entertained. The day we were leaving, we spent the morning at the pool. After that, we all had to get ready for the long trip my family and I was taking back to Miami, Florida,
With Much Love,Krystal Maldonado
(Family tribute for Debora Maldonado)
March 11, 2002
I hope you remember all the things we did in the past. I know when we pass away, we will hope to see you in heaven. Rest in Peace Mom. I kept the things you gave me and I will always remember that you bought me them. You are in my prayers forever and I will remember all of the good things we had together, like going to Chantell's wedding, Sesame Place, Florida and New York City where we went to the WF Store. We all miss you down here. I love you very much. I thank you for all the presents you have given me. But, always remember that you were the best & took me to your job.
From Your Loving Son,
Chris James Maldonado
Debora Isabel Maldonado
Debbie was born in Colon, Panama on May 16, 1954; the youngest of three children to Leslie and Elvia Edwards. Her family moved to the United States when she was about five years old where her elementary education was in New York's parochial school system, graduating from William H. Maxwell High School and in 1976 earned her Associate of Science Degree from CUNY college in Brooklyn.
Quoting words from Debbie's sister Miriam from The New York Times 'Portraits of Grief' article on December 10, 2001; Debbie was a feisty, warm, chocoholic, woman of constancy and enjoyed shopping. She worked for Marsh & McLennan Companies for more than 21 years reporting to the same boss (James Halvorson) and keeping close contact with co-workers who became close friends throughout the years.
Debbie spoke with her dear friend Veronica Bryant, who is also employed by MMC, every day and also phoned her sister, Miriam in Miami every day. She had the same boyfriend, later husband, Otelio, since she was 14, would visit her mother every Sunday with her children, Krystal and Chris (now 12 and 9) and they would take the same summer vacation year after year to visit her sister.
She was affectionately nicknamed by her husband 'Mouse' but by no means was she timid. She was simply short. For those of you who had the pleasure of knowing her, consider yourself Blessed. For those of you who didn't, let me assure you she was a beautiful person both inside and out. A warm, modest, devoted daughter, sister, mother, wife, relative and friend. She will and has been truly missed and will never be forgotten.
P.S. Debbie was packed and scheduled to move back to MMC's midtown office sometime the week after the September 11th incident and she had just returned home from her summer vacation. She had so much happiness and confidence about who she was and what the future had in store for her and her family. People who'd seen her the Monday (9/10) before the tragedy all said she had a radiant glow and it was just a pleasure to see her beautiful smile. Let us all hold on to like memories.
Written for the Family by Charlene Y. Policard