Nicholas-HARRITY-Obituary

Nicholas D. HARRITY

Wethersfield, Connecticut

Nov 20, 1981 – Aug 7, 2013

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November 20, 1981
DIED
August 7, 2013
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Wethersfield, Connecticut

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HARRITY, Nicholas D.


Nicholas DeMaio Harrity, 31, died unexpectedly Wednesday, (August 7, 2013), at his apartment in Middletown, CT, nine months after the passing of his little brother, John, whom he loved deeply and missed daily.
Born in Hartford on November 20, 1981, Nicholas grew up on Linnmoore Street in the South End of Hartford, attending Kennelly School, and Talcott Mountain Academy in Avon, graduating from Watkinson School in Hartford in 1999, and going on to study at Hampshire College in Amherst, MA.
Nick faced overwhelming struggles in the second half of his life, with a courage and tenacity that humbled all those who cared for him. Anyone who had the good fortune to know Nick, knew his sweet and loving personality. His kindness, intelligence, creativity and love of family and friends always came through, despite the torments of his mental illness.
Nick was an avid and skilled writer, painter and photographer - hundreds of his photographs can be viewed under his name at www.picasa.com. He loved meeting people and was likely to strike up a conversation with the stranger standing next to him on any occasion. He believed in the power of working people, and was proud of his namesake, Ernie DeMaio, a great trade unionist and one of the founders of the Congress of Industrial Organizations (CIO). Nicholas endured many periods of hospitalization and challenges in his life, and, though the concerns of family members and friends could be irritating, he never lost sight of the love that those concerns represented.
Most of all, Nick, the oldest of three red-heads, loved his sister Caitlin Buchanan Harrity, 28, and his brother, John (aka Johnny) Bascom Buchanan Harrity, who also passed away suddenly last November, one week before his 22nd birthday, a loss that Nick mourned beyond imagining.
Together with his sister, Nicholas is survived by his mother, Linda Buchanan of Hartford, and her partner, Richard Dobratz of Coventry; father, John Harrity and wife, Cindy of Hartland; his grandmothers Sharon Buchanan of Portland and Eileen Harrity of Stratford; and much-loved aunts and uncles, Kathi Buchanan and Yun Moh, Seattle, WA, Joseph Buchanan and wife, Catherine, Yakima, WA, Mary-Kathryn Harrity, Norwalk, Patricia (Harrity) Nicholas and husband, Dave, New Milford, Alyce (Harrity) Pine and husband, Steve, Flower Mound, TX; and cousins, Maggie, Laurie and Michael Buchanan, Jade Buchanan-Moh, Caroline Nicholas Marquez and husband, Roberto, and Kevin Nicholas and wife, Catherine; and close friends, especially his life-long friend, Aaron Cloutier, Caitlin's friend, Justin Doyle, as well as his many friends, including Kerry, Tigger, Brendan, Troy, Dave W, Stephen - you know who you are... so many who loved him, no matter what.
Nick was predeceased by his brother, John; grandfathers B. Frank Buchanan and John Harrity; and uncle, Michael Buchanan.
Nicholas believed in the endurance of spirit, and looked forward to being re-united with his brother, John. It would, if so, be a source of great joy to all who knew and loved them. We know that Nick would be lifted from his burden of illness, healed in mind, as well as spirit...Nick and Johnny both had hearts as big as stars.
A service in memory of Nick will be held Saturday, August 17, at 12 p.m. at Dillon-Baxter Funeral Home, 1276 Berlin Turnpike, Wethersfield, CT 06109, www.dillonbaxter.com. Calling hours will precede the service, from 10:30 a.m. - 12 p.m. A reception following the service will be held at Casa Mia Ristorante, 381 Franklin Ave, Hartford.
In lieu of flowers, contributions may be made to either of two deserving causes - to help those among us, like Nick, who deserve to live independently in the community, with contributions to Gilead Community Services, 222 Main St. Ext, P.O. Box 1000, Middletown, CT 06457 (write "Memory of Nick Harrity" in the memo section); or, to support the placement of memorial boulders as part of the "Memorial Reflection Project," a space for meditation and reflection being created by John's Class of 2008 at Watkinson School, in honor of his brother, John, and John's friend, Tyler Wisser, who pre-deceased him. To contribute to this project, which will include a boulder with a plaque in memory of both brothers, write "John Harrity Memorial" in the memo section, and send to Watkinson School, 180 Bloomfield Ave., Hartford, CT 06105.
Nick joined Johnny in setting a high bar for the rest of us. Now we must all learn from them, to walk through the world with compassion, love, courage, and commitment to the struggle for social justice. Thank you, sweet Nick. Not goodbye, but see you later... Namaste.
"He could hear the night sky speaking and all we could see were airplanes and satellites." (Last lines from "Schizophrenia, for My Brother" by John Harrity, 2006)




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Like a shooting star, I find myself desperately wanting to reach out and grab ahold of the love and inspiration that continues to trail behind you. I have learned to find you in the crashing waves, the sunrises, in the eyes of innocent animals, and in the rolling thunder of south Florida. Be not fooled by these words my dear friend; I would trade all of this for one more embrace or one more shared laugh. There will never be another Nicholas Demaio Harrity. Rather than search for someone...

Nick in 1995,, 8th grade piano recital (he was good!), age 13

These wonderful messages of love for Nick, who brought a kind, brave and special light to the world, and support for us, mean everything. We will treasure each of them, and each of you, forever. Always in our hearts, never forgotten, so much love.. may the road rise up to meet you, sweet N.

Thank you, all.

Linda

Nick,

I've been thinking about you a lot since I heard the news. I keep thinking that you're a class act. You listen. You treat people with the utmost respect and consideration. I really enjoyed playing drums with you and Polar Vibration Administration in the barn loft with those big second floor doors to nowhere wide open behind me . . . I remember IPA, being drenched in sweat, and feeling the euphoria associated with doing what I love to do with lovable people. Arguably, that...

Nick, You will always be remembered in our hearts. I will never forget the childhood memories that we shared on Linnmoore St. You will be missed.

Nicolas was clever in wit...observant, patient, caring...He had so many qualities to be proud of. He has such strong and wonderful parents who loved him dearly. May he be at peace enjoying his joy with his brother...

Dear Linda, I am so sorry to hear about the loss of Nick and his brother John, I wish I knew them as adults. I remember them both as bright little boys. I too remember the Halloween costume that Scott writes about. I especially remember the birthday party for Nick with the silly string covering the entire house! I hope you find comfort in the good memories you have as a family.

Nick,

It was a honor and a privilege to have known you. We enjoyed good times while together in school, and occasionally outside of school where we'd run into each other at the Municipal Cafe. You were always so happy to see me, and I hope you knew that the feeling was mutual. You always had a kind word, a genuine smile, a certain something that always made one feel welcomed. I'm sorry, so sorry that you're no longer with us in the physical sense, but you will never be forgotten. Love...

I'm so sorry for the loss of your son and brother. I have many great memories being with Nick as a child. I'm at such a loss for words so I'll share one.

This was at a halloween cub scout meeting and it had been raining that night. Heavily. Everyone dressed in their costumes and meeting had started without Nick. Suddenly, Nick interrupts the meeting by strolling into the room of fifty or so seated and attentive cub scouts dressed as if he had been hit by a lightning bolt. Burnt...

I am wondering if we look hard enough into the night sky, that we may feel, see and hear our two brothers, john and nick cavorting and reaching out to us, still here. Letting us know that they are ok and that we are experiencing the hole that leaves us unwhole. they are whole, perfect in every way, there for us, just an eye blink away. do not grieve, but appreciate who they were in our lives. they were huge and encompassing of all our brilliance and frailty - all together, nothing...