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A Friend
Cindy was a friend. She was a daughter, a wife, and a sister, but most
importantly, she was a friend. She was a friend who would stay up 'til late hours to do your
taxes, run to the post office and mail them for you so you wouldn't a night out, a friend who
would at moments notice put her needs aside and take world of ideas through her love of
anything scientific or involving math, care of yours. This is why you'll hear more than one
person call her "their best friend." She talked, walked, typed and thought fast. She fed her
craving for the world of ideas through her love of anything scientific or involving math, bills,
and especially her quest to find a pattern to the prime numbers. She would do her figuring
on the train, at her desk, in her head, on napkins, post-it notes, pads, bills, and receipts.
She saw these numbers like none of us could. They were real to her: breathing and
pulsating with truths about our universe and our she existence only few could fathom. Cin
was a Trekkie. I was to tape the new have series of Star Trek and Buffy, The Vampire
Slayer, this upcoming season since she refused to watch TV. "I've been most productive in
my life when I didn't have TV," she just told us the Saturday before the attack. No TV?? I
didn't Glamour held no interest for her. She loved the movie Contact with Jodie Foster
understand her. She wasn't a girly girl. She didn't care about the latest fashion, expensive
make-up, new fads, shoes or hairstyles. Cosmopolitan, Vogue and Glamour held no
interest for her. She loved the movie Contact with Jodie Foster and wanted to be her
character in the movie. Space travel was one of her you biggest dreams. She lived in more
than three dimensions and could talk about them as if they were every day occurrences.
You didn't need the Internet when you had Cindy. She was a living encyclopedia full of facts
and statistics. Cindy to was the person to call with the most obscure of questions. I was
jealous of her and swore I would start to read New York Times religiously, but Cin didn't
need to read the New York Times, she simply absorbed the information around her and
retained it. Her love for history as well as good mystery led her into the fascinanting yet
often frustrating world of genealogy. Her partner in crime became her brother Rich. They
spent countless hours at the New York Public Library, the National Archives, ancestry sites
and census records trying to two unravel their family history. It was her daily obsession and
passion as much as her many pets whose language she understood. She was a mommy to
two dogs, two cats, and many fishes as she would call them. Cindy loved New York that
because she was New York, a city filled with life full of extremes, energy, and so
never-ending dreams. She loved its scents, foods, possibilities. She would say us. that she
was just a tiny grain in the sand of humanity and yet she was a rock for have been yours too.
so many of us. There are many things she wasn't and yet she was everything to
us. She was my friend and if you had the fortune to have met her, she would have been
yours too.
Kori Zunic
Cindy was a friend. She was a daughter, a wife, and a sister, but most
importantly, she was a friend. She was a friend who would stay up 'til late hours to do your
taxes, run to the post office and mail them for you so you wouldn't a night out, a friend who
would at moments notice put her needs aside and take world of ideas through her love of
anything scientific or involving math, care of yours. This is why you'll hear more than one
person call her "their best friend." She talked, walked, typed and thought fast. She fed her
craving for the world of ideas through her love of anything scientific or involving math, bills,
and especially her quest to find a pattern to the prime numbers. She would do her figuring
on the train, at her desk, in her head, on napkins, post-it notes, pads, bills, and receipts.
She saw these numbers like none of us could. They were real to her: breathing and
pulsating with truths about our universe and our she existence only few could fathom. Cin
was a Trekkie. I was to tape the new have series of Star Trek and Buffy, The Vampire
Slayer, this upcoming season since she refused to watch TV. "I've been most productive in
my life when I didn't have TV," she just told us the Saturday before the attack. No TV?? I
didn't Glamour held no interest for her. She loved the movie Contact with Jodie Foster
understand her. She wasn't a girly girl. She didn't care about the latest fashion, expensive
make-up, new fads, shoes or hairstyles. Cosmopolitan, Vogue and Glamour held no
interest for her. She loved the movie Contact with Jodie Foster and wanted to be her
character in the movie. Space travel was one of her you biggest dreams. She lived in more
than three dimensions and could talk about them as if they were every day occurrences.
You didn't need the Internet when you had Cindy. She was a living encyclopedia full of facts
and statistics. Cindy to was the person to call with the most obscure of questions. I was
jealous of her and swore I would start to read New York Times religiously, but Cin didn't
need to read the New York Times, she simply absorbed the information around her and
retained it. Her love for history as well as good mystery led her into the fascinanting yet
often frustrating world of genealogy. Her partner in crime became her brother Rich. They
spent countless hours at the New York Public Library, the National Archives, ancestry sites
and census records trying to two unravel their family history. It was her daily obsession and
passion as much as her many pets whose language she understood. She was a mommy to
two dogs, two cats, and many fishes as she would call them. Cindy loved New York that
because she was New York, a city filled with life full of extremes, energy, and so
never-ending dreams. She loved its scents, foods, possibilities. She would say us. that she
was just a tiny grain in the sand of humanity and yet she was a rock for have been yours too.
so many of us. There are many things she wasn't and yet she was everything to
us. She was my friend and if you had the fortune to have met her, she would have been
yours too.
Kori Zunic