Eileen Fogarty Citrano

Dear Eileen,

Hello, Aunt Eileen. Thank you for being such a loving person. We celebrated your life today and it was amazing. So many friends and family. So many incredible people celebrating your life. Love you, Teddy.

Love,
TED FOGARTY

Dear Eileen,

I remember when Eileen and Jim met dated were engaged and married. It all happened Oct 1965 to June 1966 wedding in Omaha he the hard charging Marine she the quiet nuns college. The improbable worked they were young and both their heart felt fire each in their own way.

Love,
Ed Fogarty

Dear Eileen,

I remember when she was the most loving Aunt during our Thanksgivings. For about 8 years when I lived in New Orleans I went to Jacksonville for Thanksgiving. One year Uncle Jim fired a Canon for me. It truly was a date on the calendar I looked forward to every year.

Love,
Robert Fogarty

Dear Eileen,

I remember when Eileen in the last week of her life got to meet my daughter just few days shy of Eileen's mom--my Grandma's 120th birthday. Losing Eileen has been profound for me when I think about the cycle of life. She has an always will be an inspiration to me.

Love,
Robert Fogarty

Dear Eileen,

What I will remember most about Aunt Eileen is her delish humor. Like my other Fogarty aunts and uncles, she had *standards* for good coffee. About 15 years ago, we were in a hotel lobby with three coffee options: decaf, regular, and robust. She poured herself a cup of the robust, and took a sip. Scowling, she exclaimed, "Robust? This is robust light." Sleep well, Auntie. I miss you.

Love,
Craigh McGill

Dear Eileen,

For all of you in my many different orbits, thanks so much for the condolences on Mom’s passing. This has been much harder to process than Pop’s passing. My older boy, Quentin, asked me how I wanted to remember her. This is what I told him. There are several character attributes that defined Eileen Fogarty Citrano, but one of the ones I admired most was that she was unpretentious. As she and Pop built a very comfortable lifestyle, she never saw any utility in luxury items. They meant nothing to her. In 1977, I was in the second grade at San Jose Catholic School, and there was an arts and crafts fair at the cultural center. I asked Pop for money to get Mom something. All he had was a few large bills and a quarter, so I went to school that day armed with my quarter to buy her a gift. I found this little red poodle, and I bought it for her. I remember being so proud to give it to her, and she had a huge smile on her face when I presented it. You would have thought I had handed her the most expensive Tiffany blue box. The thing is, she treated it like it was the most expensive thing Tiffany ever made. It went on her dresser, and it stayed there for almost 50 years, until she passed. It meant more to her than any material possession because it came from the kind of love that only a mother has for her son. This is how I want to remember her. RIP Mom.I remember when

Love,
Thomas Citrano