"I'd like to share with everyone, why we chose Cedar Lawn Cemetery for Cindy.  It wasn't
document the final resting spot of out great-great-grandfather Henry Deuel, which Cindy
1874, and without any headstone to mark his grave.  As with everything Cindy did in life,
she was fired with an unlimited determination, guided by a passion for a good mystery
and inspired by a love of things historical.  Most importantly, she was touched by the
lives of the families of those who walked before - those forgotten men, woman and
children, who paved the path for us.  For every time Cindy and I were scanning a
census record pre-1900, we knew all the thousands of names slowly scrolling by, were
no longer with us.  A respectful sadness makes you want to know about these people
and especially your ancestors. And with the more you learn, the more you want to
know.  Our great grandfather John J. Deuel was just one of these people.  He ran a
poolroom and tobacco shop on Main Ave. in Passaic in the early 1880's.   Cindy was
scanning the Passaic newspaper for advertisements he had placed.  That was when she
found an obituary listing for John's infant son George.  The paper mentioned George
was interred at Cedar Lawn. With one call to Cedar Lawn, Cindy then learned who else
was buried with John's son in this very plot.  Cindy had found our g-g-grandfather
Henry.  How Cindy loved Henry.  We knew from John's marriage certificate that Henry
Deuel was his father.  We could talk about Henry for hours on end.  Where was Henry
from?  Who was Henry's father?  We could spend hours at the library, looking for him in
census records.  I used to buy O'Henry candy bars in hopes that it would bring us luck in
finding out about him.  I got the biggest kick when I found out that Cindy followed my
lead and also started snacking on O'Henrys.  Henry is still a mystery to me, but no
longer to Cindy.  Along with Henry's grandchild George who is buried here, there are
twin boys, Henry and John.  All three died as infants.  Cindy is now their guardian angel,
all having died like Cindy, long before their time.  We chose Cedar Lawn because the
people Cindy brought back to "life" are buried here, some of whom made it possible for
Cindy to come into our lives.  Some others here at Cedar Lawn are our
great-grandmother Maggie Deuel.  Our grandfather's sister Annie Deuel, someone who
my father and his siblings didn't even know about until I discovered her two months ago.  
She named one of her sons of course, Henry John.    Also there is our great-great uncle
Arthur Costantini, who came over from Italy.  Also next door at Cavalry Cemetery is, yes
I will say it, grandpa's first wife Anna Earle and his first son John.  As we stand here
above the Deuel plot, I think of grandpa's three siblings who are buried here.  What if
grandpa was the one who died as an infant instead of these brothers, then most of us
would evaporate from this scene.  I think of our g-grandmother Maggie, who both her
and her mom had 15 children, and then as an old woman and in some sick cosmic joke,
Maggie dies a horrible death in a kitchen fire.  Or grandpa's first son John, who died at
22, as he fell out a window.  Cindy understood this rhythm of life, the uncertainty that
goes along with it, and was not scared of anything. I admired that quality about her more
than any other.  Cindy's favorite movie was Contact with Jodie Foster.  In it Jodie Foster
loses her father as a young girl.  She then spends her life searching boundless space
for any sounds of life.  When she does make contact and travels to the source, it is in
the form of her father, telling her that we all must take baby steps towards
understanding, and that one day it will all make sense.  Her father always assured her
there was more life out there, because if there wasn't, it would be a great waste of
space.  One of the last things Cindy asked was if we thought she would ever get to
travel in space.  I believe that is where she is now, soaring on the wings of comets,
exploring strange new worlds and new life forms and truly going where no woman has
ever gone before."

On this sixth anniversary of the horrible events of 9/11, I am honoring Cindy's
memory by posting the Eulogy I read at her funeral.  Cindy's passion for
genealogy almost surpassed her love for math.  It was her dream to map out our
Deuel line, but we were never able to go further back than our great-great
grandfather Henry Deuel who was born in 1811.  In these past six years I have
tried and so have others, but nobody has been able to solve the puzzle.  I am
certain there is someone out there who has the missing piece.  Most likely the
answers are awaiting us in a Canadian census yet to be transcribed or in some
overlooked record in the town of  Passaic, NJ.  Cindy is buried with Henry, yet I
know virtually nothing about him. If you have stumbled upon this site, I ask that
you take a look at the ancestry of Cindy and see if you have that missing piece
to finally help make her dream come true.  

If you find anything of interest, please email me at dartagnanii@yahoo.com

Cindy, you are always with us - on our minds and in our hearts.  I wanted to give
you Henry's line as a gift this year, but we are still hitting roadblocks.  The dream
is alive and I wont let you down.  

Richard Deuel
September 11th, 2007