Christopher S. Mariconi, II was born at Lawrence Hospital N.Y. He was 8lb. 110z. and 21 inches long. He was born at 8:30 p.m. to Robin and Chris Mariconi. He was named after his Daddy. We were very young when we had this beautiful boy, and it's amazing he turned out to be such a wonderful baby.
My baby grew up to be a wonderful man. His relationships with his family, friends, coworkers and students at the college were very important to him. My son was very loyal, honest, respectful and had a heart of gold. He would do anything for anyone. If he made a mistake or said something to someone that might have hurt them he was man enough to own up to it and apologize. A quality I'm most proud of.
Chris and his girlfriend Danielle were "on a break" and my son had gone out on Saturday, November 1, 2003 and was hanging out with his friends in a club in Manhattan (we live in Westchester). A girl caught his eye, went over, and introduced herself. They spent the next couple of hours talking and made plans to see each other the following Thursday, November 6, 2003.
That day my son went to work, went to Fordham Road to get his haircut, went home showered, changed and made the trip back down to Manhattan to hang out with her.
She was a student in Manhattan studying to be a belt and handbag designer so my son went to pick her up at her off campus facility . As they left he forgot his Walkman there, he never went anywhere without it. It was like another part of his body as well as his cell phone.
They went to a pool hall a few blocks down from where she lived and for the next few hours, they played pool, had a couple of beers, talking, laughing and were just hanging out. He was going to go to the subway from there, but because he forgot his Walkman, he went back to her room and ended up hanging out with her awhile longer.
She had told him she had a crazy ex-boyfriend but I do not think in his wildest dreams he thought he was as evil as he was. As Chris was getting ready to leave and they opened the door this psychopath pushed his way in. He started to rant and rave and my son (so non-violent) tried telling him they had just met and were just hanging out, that nothing had happened. He was trying to calm the situation down.
Neither Chris, nor this young lady saw he had a knife in his hand. As he was ranting and raving at my son this poor girl tried to call 911, but this murderer ripped the phone out of the wall. He then proceeded to stab her in the neck with such force it bent the blade on the knife leaving her till this day partially paralyzed.
My son, Chris could have left, but he tried to protect her from anymore harm. He would never leave anyone in trouble. The next thing she remembers is this murderer saying, "you made me kill my girl" and taking a step towards Chris before she went unconscious. Of course, men who abuse women never take responsibility for what they do it is always something or someone else's fault.
There must have been a struggle and my son was stabbed in a muscle in his neck area, which would not have killed him. It was being pushed out of a fifth floor window. My poor son died alone in some alley in a pool of blood at 3:50 a.m, November 7, 2003
I cannot tell you the devastating effect my son Chris' death had not only on me and his sister Daniele, his grandparents, uncles, aunts, cousins and friends who were like family to him. But this murderer also took away a future I know Chris, Danielle and Ariana would have had. They were meant to be together and she suffers as much as we do for the family they could have had. In many eyes my son died a hero, but for me and everyone else who loved Chris we only know the pain not having him here has caused us. Our lives were forever changed on November 7, 2003.
The murderer was also an illegal immigrant and should never have been on American soil, but that's the INS for you.
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This poem was written for Chris, by his sister, Daniele
This world is so strange, I can't explain the pain.
To many brothers are slain and mothers smothered in pain.
It's the love that remains that makes us stronger, walk around in a daze because we can't see them no longer.
They've been freed from the horror, fatal seeds die with honor.
For their loved ones left behind everyday just gets harder.
Wish I could change this world, but can't, it's all in the hands of our Father.
So, all we can do is pray for a better tomorrow, keep the memories alive and ride through the sorrow.
Author: Daniele Mariconi
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Please visit Chris' website
In you have a moment, please leave Chris a note and token. Thank you for your kindness.
My baby grew up to be a wonderful man. His relationships with his family, friends, coworkers and students at the college were very important to him. My son was very loyal, honest, respectful and had a heart of gold. He would do anything for anyone. If he made a mistake or said something to someone that might have hurt them he was man enough to own up to it and apologize. A quality I'm most proud of.
Chris and his girlfriend Danielle were "on a break" and my son had gone out on Saturday, November 1, 2003 and was hanging out with his friends in a club in Manhattan (we live in Westchester). A girl caught his eye, went over, and introduced herself. They spent the next couple of hours talking and made plans to see each other the following Thursday, November 6, 2003.
That day my son went to work, went to Fordham Road to get his haircut, went home showered, changed and made the trip back down to Manhattan to hang out with her.
She was a student in Manhattan studying to be a belt and handbag designer so my son went to pick her up at her off campus facility . As they left he forgot his Walkman there, he never went anywhere without it. It was like another part of his body as well as his cell phone.
They went to a pool hall a few blocks down from where she lived and for the next few hours, they played pool, had a couple of beers, talking, laughing and were just hanging out. He was going to go to the subway from there, but because he forgot his Walkman, he went back to her room and ended up hanging out with her awhile longer.
She had told him she had a crazy ex-boyfriend but I do not think in his wildest dreams he thought he was as evil as he was. As Chris was getting ready to leave and they opened the door this psychopath pushed his way in. He started to rant and rave and my son (so non-violent) tried telling him they had just met and were just hanging out, that nothing had happened. He was trying to calm the situation down.
Neither Chris, nor this young lady saw he had a knife in his hand. As he was ranting and raving at my son this poor girl tried to call 911, but this murderer ripped the phone out of the wall. He then proceeded to stab her in the neck with such force it bent the blade on the knife leaving her till this day partially paralyzed.
My son, Chris could have left, but he tried to protect her from anymore harm. He would never leave anyone in trouble. The next thing she remembers is this murderer saying, "you made me kill my girl" and taking a step towards Chris before she went unconscious. Of course, men who abuse women never take responsibility for what they do it is always something or someone else's fault.
There must have been a struggle and my son was stabbed in a muscle in his neck area, which would not have killed him. It was being pushed out of a fifth floor window. My poor son died alone in some alley in a pool of blood at 3:50 a.m, November 7, 2003
I cannot tell you the devastating effect my son Chris' death had not only on me and his sister Daniele, his grandparents, uncles, aunts, cousins and friends who were like family to him. But this murderer also took away a future I know Chris, Danielle and Ariana would have had. They were meant to be together and she suffers as much as we do for the family they could have had. In many eyes my son died a hero, but for me and everyone else who loved Chris we only know the pain not having him here has caused us. Our lives were forever changed on November 7, 2003.
The murderer was also an illegal immigrant and should never have been on American soil, but that's the INS for you.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
This poem was written for Chris, by his sister, Daniele
This world is so strange, I can't explain the pain.
To many brothers are slain and mothers smothered in pain.
It's the love that remains that makes us stronger, walk around in a daze because we can't see them no longer.
They've been freed from the horror, fatal seeds die with honor.
For their loved ones left behind everyday just gets harder.
Wish I could change this world, but can't, it's all in the hands of our Father.
So, all we can do is pray for a better tomorrow, keep the memories alive and ride through the sorrow.
Author: Daniele Mariconi
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Please visit Chris' website
In you have a moment, please leave Chris a note and token. Thank you for your kindness.
Christopher S. Mariconi, II was born at Lawrence Hospital N.Y. He was 8lb. 110z. and 21 inches long. He was born at 8:30 p.m. to Robin and Chris Mariconi. He was named after his Daddy. We were very young when we had this beautiful boy, and it's amazing he turned out to be such a wonderful baby.
My baby grew up to be a wonderful man. His relationships with his family, friends, coworkers and students at the college were very important to him. My son was very loyal, honest, respectful and had a heart of gold. He would do anything for anyone. If he made a mistake or said something to someone that might have hurt them he was man enough to own up to it and apologize. A quality I'm most proud of.
Chris and his girlfriend Danielle were "on a break" and my son had gone out on Saturday, November 1, 2003 and was hanging out with his friends in a club in Manhattan (we live in Westchester). A girl caught his eye, went over, and introduced herself. They spent the next couple of hours talking and made plans to see each other the following Thursday, November 6, 2003.
That day my son went to work, went to Fordham Road to get his haircut, went home showered, changed and made the trip back down to Manhattan to hang out with her.
She was a student in Manhattan studying to be a belt and handbag designer so my son went to pick her up at her off campus facility . As they left he forgot his Walkman there, he never went anywhere without it. It was like another part of his body as well as his cell phone.
They went to a pool hall a few blocks down from where she lived and for the next few hours, they played pool, had a couple of beers, talking, laughing and were just hanging out. He was going to go to the subway from there, but because he forgot his Walkman, he went back to her room and ended up hanging out with her awhile longer.
She had told him she had a crazy ex-boyfriend but I do not think in his wildest dreams he thought he was as evil as he was. As Chris was getting ready to leave and they opened the door this psychopath pushed his way in. He started to rant and rave and my son (so non-violent) tried telling him they had just met and were just hanging out, that nothing had happened. He was trying to calm the situation down.
Neither Chris, nor this young lady saw he had a knife in his hand. As he was ranting and raving at my son this poor girl tried to call 911, but this murderer ripped the phone out of the wall. He then proceeded to stab her in the neck with such force it bent the blade on the knife leaving her till this day partially paralyzed.
My son, Chris could have left, but he tried to protect her from anymore harm. He would never leave anyone in trouble. The next thing she remembers is this murderer saying, "you made me kill my girl" and taking a step towards Chris before she went unconscious. Of course, men who abuse women never take responsibility for what they do it is always something or someone else's fault.
There must have been a struggle and my son was stabbed in a muscle in his neck area, which would not have killed him. It was being pushed out of a fifth floor window. My poor son died alone in some alley in a pool of blood at 3:50 a.m, November 7, 2003
I cannot tell you the devastating effect my son Chris' death had not only on me and his sister Daniele, his grandparents, uncles, aunts, cousins and friends who were like family to him. But this murderer also took away a future I know Chris, Danielle and Ariana would have had. They were meant to be together and she suffers as much as we do for the family they could have had. In many eyes my son died a hero, but for me and everyone else who loved Chris we only know the pain not having him here has caused us. Our lives were forever changed on November 7, 2003.
The murderer was also an illegal immigrant and should never have been on American soil, but that's the INS for you.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
This poem was written for Chris, by his sister, Daniele
This world is so strange, I can't explain the pain.
To many brothers are slain and mothers smothered in pain.
It's the love that remains that makes us stronger, walk around in a daze because we can't see them no longer.
They've been freed from the horror, fatal seeds die with honor.
For their loved ones left behind everyday just gets harder.
Wish I could change this world, but can't, it's all in the hands of our Father.
So, all we can do is pray for a better tomorrow, keep the memories alive and ride through the sorrow.
Author: Daniele Mariconi
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Please visit Chris' website
In you have a moment, please leave Chris a note and token. Thank you for your kindness.
My baby grew up to be a wonderful man. His relationships with his family, friends, coworkers and students at the college were very important to him. My son was very loyal, honest, respectful and had a heart of gold. He would do anything for anyone. If he made a mistake or said something to someone that might have hurt them he was man enough to own up to it and apologize. A quality I'm most proud of.
Chris and his girlfriend Danielle were "on a break" and my son had gone out on Saturday, November 1, 2003 and was hanging out with his friends in a club in Manhattan (we live in Westchester). A girl caught his eye, went over, and introduced herself. They spent the next couple of hours talking and made plans to see each other the following Thursday, November 6, 2003.
That day my son went to work, went to Fordham Road to get his haircut, went home showered, changed and made the trip back down to Manhattan to hang out with her.
She was a student in Manhattan studying to be a belt and handbag designer so my son went to pick her up at her off campus facility . As they left he forgot his Walkman there, he never went anywhere without it. It was like another part of his body as well as his cell phone.
They went to a pool hall a few blocks down from where she lived and for the next few hours, they played pool, had a couple of beers, talking, laughing and were just hanging out. He was going to go to the subway from there, but because he forgot his Walkman, he went back to her room and ended up hanging out with her awhile longer.
She had told him she had a crazy ex-boyfriend but I do not think in his wildest dreams he thought he was as evil as he was. As Chris was getting ready to leave and they opened the door this psychopath pushed his way in. He started to rant and rave and my son (so non-violent) tried telling him they had just met and were just hanging out, that nothing had happened. He was trying to calm the situation down.
Neither Chris, nor this young lady saw he had a knife in his hand. As he was ranting and raving at my son this poor girl tried to call 911, but this murderer ripped the phone out of the wall. He then proceeded to stab her in the neck with such force it bent the blade on the knife leaving her till this day partially paralyzed.
My son, Chris could have left, but he tried to protect her from anymore harm. He would never leave anyone in trouble. The next thing she remembers is this murderer saying, "you made me kill my girl" and taking a step towards Chris before she went unconscious. Of course, men who abuse women never take responsibility for what they do it is always something or someone else's fault.
There must have been a struggle and my son was stabbed in a muscle in his neck area, which would not have killed him. It was being pushed out of a fifth floor window. My poor son died alone in some alley in a pool of blood at 3:50 a.m, November 7, 2003
I cannot tell you the devastating effect my son Chris' death had not only on me and his sister Daniele, his grandparents, uncles, aunts, cousins and friends who were like family to him. But this murderer also took away a future I know Chris, Danielle and Ariana would have had. They were meant to be together and she suffers as much as we do for the family they could have had. In many eyes my son died a hero, but for me and everyone else who loved Chris we only know the pain not having him here has caused us. Our lives were forever changed on November 7, 2003.
The murderer was also an illegal immigrant and should never have been on American soil, but that's the INS for you.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
This poem was written for Chris, by his sister, Daniele
This world is so strange, I can't explain the pain.
To many brothers are slain and mothers smothered in pain.
It's the love that remains that makes us stronger, walk around in a daze because we can't see them no longer.
They've been freed from the horror, fatal seeds die with honor.
For their loved ones left behind everyday just gets harder.
Wish I could change this world, but can't, it's all in the hands of our Father.
So, all we can do is pray for a better tomorrow, keep the memories alive and ride through the sorrow.
Author: Daniele Mariconi
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Please visit Chris' website
In you have a moment, please leave Chris a note and token. Thank you for your kindness.
