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Lillian I. Frederick

Teaneck, New Jersey

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A Modest Woman of Faith

At Aon Corporation, where Lillian Frederick was an administrative assistant, her colleagues heard only a few tales from the warm, serene woman who was an office presence, but hardly its social butterfly. They heard the reactions of Ms. Frederick, a native Manhattanite, after she and her husband, Henry Lambert, bought a house in Teaneck, N.J. Flowers had to be . . . planted? In the dirt? With all those slugs?

And they heard everything about her granddaughter, her son's child.

Because Ms. Frederick, 46, was modest, she never mentioned that she had served in the United States Navy and the Reserve. She didn't describe her church work: she had studied extensively so she could teach new worshipers at Greater Refuge Temple, a Pentecostal church that she attended three times a week.

Her mother, Mattie, whom Ms. Frederick visited often and fussed over, raised her six children in the church, but her daughter's faith grew stronger still. Mr. Lambert, to whom she was married for 14 years, said his sweet, joyous wife had a full life outside of church, too.

"We went bowling and had cookouts with her family in the backyard," he recalled. "When I was sick, she stayed on my case and made sure I took my medicine. When she was sick, I worried about her. She was my pride and joy."

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Remembering Lillian on the 20th anniversary of 9/11...

Im so sorry for your loss from sept. 11th.....

Though I don't know you, I am sorry and I wish for the best and god bless you!

Lillian
you'll forever remain in my heart. Your loving caring manner touched my life tremendously, more than you can ever know. Even though you went to be with the Lord, (which you prepared yourself for daily,) you're still missed....
Love always,
Doris Lewis

Hey Girl, hope you are dancing in heaven now. Miss that great smile of yours. With love, Liz

When I am dead, my dearest

When I am dead, my dearest,
Sing no sad songs for me;
Plant thou no roses at my head,
Nor shady cypress tree:
Be the green grass above me
With showers and dewdrops wet;
And if thou wilt, remember,
And if thou wilt, forget.

I shall not see the shadows,
I shall not feel the rain;
I shall not hear the nightingale
Sing on, as if in pain:
And dreaming through the twilight
That doth not rise nor set,
Haply I may...

As I stitched your name on the memorial that I am doing for all of the victims, I prayed for you and your family. Please know that your death was not in vain. We will always remember. God Bless.

In remembrance....

My family's church had a bowl full of cards with names of victims from 9-11 before the altar. We chose a card with Lillian's name on it and have been praying for her, her family, and her friends for over a year now. God bless you all, and we pray he will grant you peace.
In Christ's love,
the Monroe family