Brendan-Pearson-Obituary

Brendan D. Pearson

Staten Island, New York

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PEARSON Brendan D. Pearson of Dongan Hills on April 23, 2005. Beloved husband of Laura (nee Cusumano). Loving father of Matthew. Cherished son of Anna and the late Charles C. Fond son-in-law of Frank Cusumano. Dear brother of Barbara Rizzi. Dear brother-in-law of Robert Rizzi and Frank Cusumano....

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Dear Laura
I am Sorry for your loss...
I Knew Brendan for years prior to going thru Lieutenant Class Together.He was a GREAT Guy and I know He will be looking out for you. If I Can ever be of help in anything ,pls call 718-809-3115. I know what your going thru , Call if you ever just want to talk... Craig
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Dear Laura and Matthew,

Words cannot express the sadness and absolute sorrow that I feel for the both of you right now. So many times I have wished this was not true, if only for the two of you.
Brendan was an exceptional man that will be remembered and truly missed for many years to come. I can honestly say that there was no lieutenant that I respected more than Brendan. He was always there for me when I needed advice, or just a helping hand. He really did put others...

Dear Laura,
I am deeply sadened by the loss of Brendan,He was my Dearest Friend and Supervisor. He was a great inspiration to me on the job, at EMS and off. His passing has left an Emptiness in my heart and a Sorrow that will be with me for the rest of My life.He will be missed.You know how to reach me if you need me.

Dear Laura and Matthew,

I am so sorry for your loss.

Still sitting atop my computer monitor are Brendan's phone and cell phone numbers that he gave to Vinnie to give to me in case I needed him.

I'm Eleanor from across the street from you. Often your husband and Vinnie would talk when Vinnie got home from work. Brendan always waved to me the few times I leave home to go someplace if he saw me. He was one of the great assets to this block, always...