Kenneth-Phelan-Obituary

Lt. Kenneth J. Phelan

Maspeth, New York

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Kenny and Patty, Always

From an early age, Kenny Phelan looked out for other people. He took the children in the neighborhood no one else wanted to coach and turned them into a basketball team.

"He said, `Well, now these kids have somewhere to play,' " said his younger brother, Lenard. When the two of them became police officers in Manhattan, Kenny would drive by to see how Lenny, on foot patrol, was doing.

Their father, a retired firefighter, was proud when his sons joined the Fire Department. Kenny Phelan, who was 41, asked for his father's old firehouse, Engine Company 217 in Brooklyn, when he was promoted to lieutenant. Off duty, he led his four children — Kimberly, Erin, Danny and Kenny — on family outings to Walt Disney World and taught them sports. Now one of his sons plays third base and is known as "the Vacuum." Nothing gets past him.

Lieutenant Phelan and his wife, Patty, met as teenagers. Neither of them ever dated anyone else, and he was never without his wedding ring, which she still hopes will turn up. For their first date, he asked her to a Mets game. On the way there, she lost a contact lens. An old lady came out of her house, found it, and invited them in for Cokes. They made it to the game, and the Mets won. "I guess I won, too," Mrs. Phelan said. "People looked at us and it was always Kenny and Patty. I hope my children will have that, and I hope whoever didn't have that will have it in the future, because life is empty without it."

Profile published in THE NEW YORK TIMES on August 11, 2002.


PHELAN-Kenneth J. Lieutenant FDNY, Engine 217, Brooklyn, New York, and former firefighter in Ladder 7 & Engine 16 Manhattan. He died bravely in the line of duty on September 11, 2001 at the World Trade Center. Beloved husband of Patty. Loving father of Kimberly, Erin, Danny and Kenny, Jr. Cherished son of Helene and Daniel (Retired FDNY). Dear sonin-law of Bud and Di Horan. Devoted brother of Marian Owens, Jean Diaz, Mary Cox, Lenny (Lt. FDNY) and Fran Krische. Dear grandson of John Phelan & Helen Obremski. Loving godfather, godson, brother-in-law, uncle, nephew, cousin and friend. The family will receive friends at Papavero Funeral Home, 72-27 Grand Ave, Maspeth, Friday 2-5 and 7-9PM. Memorial Mass Sunday, November 11, 2001 at Our Lady of Hope Church, 2:30PM. In lieu of flowers, donations to E-16/L-7 Fallen Firefighter Fund, 234 East 29th Street, NY, NY 10016, would appreciated.

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I witnessed a young man putting up flowers on his street sign today. It's truly powerful how Kenneth continues to touch lives.

God Bless you Kenny....

Ken,
I know we didn't know each other, and I know that tragic day took you from your family, but today I was blessed to meet your four sisters and your mother today who had been out and stopped by to talk. I live in a house numbered "207"..which used to be "217" in Fairfield NJ, see this is a family house that we've lived in, Your families, So today I was introduced to you through them..and I was happy to sit and talk with them for a while.. before they left, I was elated to give back...

May your hearts soon be filled with wonderful memories of joyful times together as you celebrate a life well lived. Just wanted to share this with you in memory of your loved one. My daughter is a firefighter and walked in memory of Kenneth the 110 flights of stairs to never be forgotten

Hey dad!!!
Its hard to celebrate all the happy exciting events in our lives when you are not physically here but I feel you everyday in my heart. I cant wait to have this baby and share all the wonderful stories about their amazing grandfather. Please watch over your first grandchild love and miss you always

Year 4: Climbing for you, LT. Rest easy.

Every Second, Every Minute, Every Morning and Every Night, this pain and the feeling of being lost is there.
Every Year I still try to find a reason, understanding, closure.

They say time heals all wounds, but this one still kills 17yrs later.
This day never gets easier, not in the slightest bit.
The thought that one day I will see My Uncle Kenny again, is the Only Hope I hold on and keep close to My Heart.

Uncle Kenny, I always have you in my pocket...

Fourth year in-a-row climbing for you, Kenny! I share all of the stories I've read about you and do my best to never let your memory be forgotten. I will continue to pray for peace in the hearts of your wife and children, and in those of your brothers and sisters in the FDNY and NYPD. Until next year Lieutenant: please rest easy, we've got it from here...

Missing you, it never seems to get easier. Need you now more than ever.