Cedar Lawn Eulogy
The following passage was spoken by Richie, the day of Cindy's funeral, January 12, 2002,
while Cindy's family and friends gathered at her graveside.

"I'd like to share with everyone, why we chose Cedar Lawn Cemetery for Cindy.  It wasn't
long ago that Cindy and I stood over this very spot, as we posed for a picture to document
the final resting spot of out great-great-grandfather Henry Deuel, which Cindy found.   Many
have asked how Cindy was able to find Henry, who was interred here in 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