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Steven Ruane posted a condolence
Saturday, February 10, 2024
James Ruane was born Jan 2nd 1945 in Brooklyn New York. He was the son of 2 Irish immigrants Michael and Bridget Ruane who emigrated to the US only a few yrs before his birth, both from a small town in County Mayo. While they grew up only a few minutes apart in that small town in Ireland, they did not meet until their adventure to the United States where they fell in love in Brooklyn NY and were one of the rooting seeds of the Ruane family tree that we see well represented here today.
Jimmy was a family man, always willing to lend a hand to those in need, and sometimes to those who did not know they were in need. Whether he was helping a cousin, a child, an ex partner, a neighbor, a nurse or even a stranger. My father was admired and loved by many, he was loyal and someone you could always trust to be there. He was a man of faith, a dutiful cop, an allegiant patriot, a devoted brother, a steadfast father, patient grandfather, icecream connoisseur and borderline competitive eater, an Irishman storyteller, a persistent traveler, and an unwavering friend to many.
My dad always signed off each text to most of us with a heart, a flag, a cop, and a police car and sometimes a random turkey emoji as well. And believe it or not he would manually enter it in every time. Exhaustively. Even though we teased him thousands of times how to use his phone more easily and stay away from the emojis. Yet although silly, his sending these simple symbols were a constant reminder of his pride and true identity. The heart representing love. Love for family. The flag representing his love for country and his pride for his service, and his brother’s life sacrificed. And police symbols, his brotherhood and pride to the NYPD.
I heard many times these past few wks to those I’ve spoken with how honorable of a man he was. A great cop, a loving family member, a brave hero.
I found a poem from his brother’s mass card after he was killed in Quang Nam South Vietnam. His brother Michael was 24yrs old when he died on the battle field. I thought this appropriate to bring their lives together once more as I envision my father currently smiling down upon us, sitting next to his brother over a pint, catching up after all these years (with also a chair at that table for his son/our brother David and the many others we lost too soon):
The poem is entitled “Comfort”
Another leaf has fallen
Another soul has gone
But still we have god’s promises
In every robins song
For he is in his heaven
And though he takes away
He always leaves to mortals
The bright suns kindly ray
He leaves the fragrant blossoms
And lovely Forrest’s green
And gives us new found comfort
When we on him will lean
You know what they say - the Irish love their funerals. My dad planned out this moment many yrs ago to make the process of grieving more manageable for us as we planned out the proceedings. We were reminded of this when we realized how recognizable his name was by the funeral home here when I first contacted them. Because he frequently visited every yr or two to refresh his paperwork. His folder 3 times the thickness of the others. He was meticulous in his planning, not out of ego or for his own legacy, but rather to ensure no one was burdened after he died. That was the spirit of my father. Never wanting to impose or put anyone out. Yet always there to help even when you didn’t know you needed it. His poise and calm in times of crisis also an often utilized skillset by many. As he almost always was the voice of reason in the room. Steadfast.
As Mon senior stated at the wake, my father embodied the spirit of service. Be it in the Navy, the Police Dept or to his selfless service to his friends and family.
My father these last few wks did not always resemble the man we all knew and loved. Stricken by dementia and frequent and recurring seizures, his physical and mental health quickly deteriorated at a pace surprising to us all. Yet looking back now, there were signals of what was to come. And through it all he kept that same recognizable selfless loving spirit exemplified all those years. Considerately asking what he could do when being cared for by the many nurses he even had nicknames for, sharing he cared for them as much as they did for him and ever still not wanting to burden anyone with his pain or condition.
Abraham Lincoln said - “In the end, it’s not the years in your life that count, it’s the life in your years.”
So I leave you with that. And James leaves us with that reminder. Bless you, your families and thank you for coming to celebrate his life with us, from both near and far. We hope his memory not only lives on in the stories we tell or retell, but also in the spirit of our service to one another.
Thank you.
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JoanMarie Land posted a condolence
Monday, January 29, 2024
Fair & Just
Where to begin. I think it is safe to say if you knew our father, then you knew these 2 principles sum him up best. Whether you were his son, friend, cousin, daughter or son in law, grandchild or even his ONLY daughter, you received the same $50.00 birthday check in the mail. This has everything to do with the man dad was and the registers he kept to be fair and just.
From my earliest memories, I can remember dad pointing out how to be a good steward of life, in many ways he did this unknowingly. Take his example of timeliness, i’m not sure he’s ever been late for anything. His fastidiousness and organizational skills were unmatched, and the simplicity of doing the right thing, like stopping to pick something up that had fallen or was out of sorts in a public place was something he modeled. Always aware of his surroundings, dad imparted a sense of pay attention and do what you can to help.
Dad made sure to instruct us on the importance of safety awareness. If you ever rode the NYC subway with him you knew you were getting drilled in the art of surveillance training. Imagine how confusing it was as a child to have him say, “don’t look what to do you see at 7:00”, “don’t look, see the guy standing by the door” “don’t look what would you do if . . . You can Fill in the blank, because there were countless scenarios. I’m not sure if a police officer off is ever off duty, but if he is, our father did NOT get that memo. I don’t know how many times he gifted me with mace, but he was determined to make sure I carried it around just in case.
As children we loved to heckle dad, making fun of his holster placement. We’d always ask him so what are you going to do if a criminal comes at you, say excuse me I have to scratch my ankle, then grab your gun? We thought this was the funniest thing, but as much as we got a kick out of it we all slept better knowing that he was home safe from his very dangerous job, and there to protect us.
Sometimes his vigilance was a bit of an issue though. Now a mother myself, playground excursions with him, became places for policing bad behavior. On more than one occasion, as I watched another mother searing dagger eyes over our way, I had to gently remind him that it wasn’t the 70’s, his “young man it’s not nice to push”, “wait your turn”, “hey hey hey take your hands off”, ooooo dad I had to tell him, that even if you start by saying “young man”, it’s just not how things are done now. But when I think about our father I’m compelled to ask, why aren’t they done like that anymore? Didn’t everyone benefit from living in a world where our father looked out for others, because that is precisely what he did with or without permission.
How did our father stay in touch with so many people. You know if he stayed in your home, and a light bulb needed to be changed, a toilet needed to be adjusted, a child needed to be helped our father magically addressed these things without being asked. I knew if he was around there would never be a washing machine gasket not thoroughly cleaned, a smoke detector battery not changed or any other household honey do list item, that he created, neglected, and when he learned that Ace hardware honored senior discounts on Tuesdays watch out.
Proud and masterful at sniffing out a sale, and also as slippery as an eel getting a credit card into the hand of a waiter with no one seeing him to make sure that HE paid, was one of his superpowers.
I believe our father lived to visit his children. I swear it was his goal to establish squatters rights on the west coast so that he could stay as long as possible with David, Steven, or Nick affectionately referred to as “THE BOYS”, and whenever he was in my home he would repeatedly tell me how he was going to be leaving to see Michael, a Knight like him, and his family as to not hurt my feelings, and to be as fair as he could with all of his children.
Always arriving with “Brooklyn” ravioli and cookies and that tiny, rolly, compact suitcase that did not deceive anyone, since he could easily turn a 3 day visit into a month if you let him. And why not, easy to have around as long as you weren’t in the throes of cooking dinner, holding 2 babies, helping children with homework all at the same time while he tried to discuss the lists he made for you: don’t forget to get your car inspected, did you know the door down the hallway doesn’t close correctly, here let me show you how to click this is in, did you see the articles I cut out for you . . . . Once a bit annoying, I’d gladly take back those overly caring, newspaper clippings, and reminders to have him, sitting at the end of my island setting up office space with his Brooklyn coffee mug. A mug I might add that I gifted him, which he kept at MY house, but always hid when he left so that I couldn’t use it. He loved to cut hydrangeas out of my garden, and despite telling him everytime he left you do not have to ask me if you can, he always did.
Though he was tough on us growing up, it was incredible to see how dad assumed the role of grandfather like it was his lifelong calling. He had a special relationship with each of his grandchildren. Creature of habit and stubborn to change I’ll never forget convincing him that instead of sending my children birthday checks how about walking into town with them to let them pick out something from the toy store, and then stopping to get an ice cream, this would be more meaningful I’d say. He always come home shocked that after spending hours scrutinizing every tantalizing toy they would emerge with a small object say a silly putty or such, while he encouraged them to get more, but what he didn’t understand for quite sometime was the toy was not what was important to them it was the memories they were making with him. It became our joke when he got back how much he saved always giving me a tally on how they could have had $50.00, but instead they picked something for $3.99 so I saved $46 and one cent. He made such special memories with all 8 of his favorite people. Sometimes he even tried to share some very detailed and inappropriate cop stories with them which would always need to be cut off with, and then you arrested and locked up the criminals and everyone lived happily ever after RIGHT??? But I know of at LEAST one grandchild who would get him alone and bait him to deliver the real ending!!!
I will always be grateful to my oldest son Matthew, who raced out to see our father at the end. As I watched Matthew hold his fragile hand, and speak gentle, loving words to him, I saw a transfer of strength and kindness from grandfather to grandson, and in this moment I knew he had left his legacy.
I once heard a prominent psychologist say, you have to make space in your brain to think about others, and then actively act on it. I think our father’s whole brain was full, thinking about others and actively acting on it. Never one to complain, never wanting to be a burden to others I think he would want us all to be FAIR and JUST and pay it forward, and when the day comes and it will come where we all get to see him again don’t forget to greet him with a resounding
YELLOW!!!!
We love you dad.
JoanMarie ❤️
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Teresa Quackenbush posted a condolence
Monday, January 29, 2024
Dear Jimmy, Thank you for all the laughs you brought to my Mom (your cousin, Anne Ruane Curley) and our family. You brought joy and so many laughs everywhere you went. You were always so sincere, caring, loyal, and reliable. I loved all our conversations and time together at family events through the years. You always made everyone feel so special and family was everything to you. You would share updates on your children and how much you loved them. Thank you for being such a wonderful, caring cousin to Mom and our whole family. Love you, Jimmy.
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Thursday, January 25, 2024
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Jim would take the first few months out of every year to drive down the East Coast to visit friends. I got to know Jim because my parent’s house was one of his stops. His visits were a huge highlight of our year. He should be here in South Carolina right now. He’d always show up with a few puzzles in hand and we’d greet him with high pitched “Yimmy!” and he’d laugh. I’m so grateful to have known him. I’ll miss seeing him take out a stack of tiny papers out of his pocket with random notes and lists of stuff he needed to do. I’ll miss him chanting moo-vee anytime he wanted to watch a movie. I’ll miss his opinions on random stuff like the proper dimensions of a couch people should buy. He was always honest about what he thought about things. Many nights we’d work on the puzzles he brought and chat about life. I’ll miss his stories. He really cared about his family. He really cared about his friends. He really cared about those he served with as a police officer. I remember he would make sure a reoccurring memorial for officers Masone & Cerullo was held. I’m really going to miss him. Love you Yimmy.
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Thursday, January 25, 2024
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I met "Jimmy" in California in one of his many visits to see his son David, we would go out to the pool hall to play and have a good time with his son and other friends, he was a pleasure to be around and had lots of stories from his police days that keep us all entertained.
Later on when we moved to South Carolina he would stop and spend time with me and my family on his way to Florida. Every year the visits got longer and we learned about his love for puzzles, card games, fishing, conservative political views, police and detective movies, corn beef and Irish cooking,
and above all his love for his sons and daughter and grandkids.
He will be greatly missed, but will live forever in our memories.
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Saravia Family planted a tree in memory of James Ruane
Thursday, January 25, 2024
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Thursday, January 25, 2024
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Thursday, January 25, 2024
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Your old friends at the 79th precinct will greatly miss you. Jack, Eddie, Marty and I will have many fond memories of our Atlantic City trips. God’s blessings my dear friend. Will always remember the good times,
Frank
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James Accetta planted a tree in memory of James Ruane
Thursday, January 25, 2024
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Now a new type of life starts on the other side Mr. James Ruane. May you find peace in your next journey. Join in honoring their life - plant a memorial tree
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Patrick Curley posted a symbolic gesture
Wednesday, January 24, 2024
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I have known Jimmy all my life, he was my mom's cousin..his dad was a brother of my grandfather ...my mom's father , Anne Curley nee Ruane, Patrick Ruane. JImmy ALWAYS came to every family function throughout our lives just like Vinne Donelly. I asked Jimmy, whatever it might be and he was always there like a true Gentlemen! When my daughter, Luanne, was born I asked
Jimmy to come with us to the Catskill Creek up near East Durham, NY because I wanted to be sure that if I injured myself or something happened I had someone I could trust to be there for my daughter..as a safety net! Jimmy never hesitated. I've been in the Security Industry for 20 years and I knew Jimmy was retired NYPD so when a contract ( Executive Protection for Charles
Lazerus -Founder Of Toys-R-Us ) I brought on I immediately asked Jimmy to be the man to service this contract for me and he
became Charles Lazerus's Personal Bodyguard for nearly 5 years! Jimmy was personable and extremely smart and very very
reliable. We were great friends! I know JImmy loved his children beyond words! Jimmy was a very honorable Gentlemen!
I loved JImmy and was very sad to learn of his passing. We will see eachother again Jimmy! Love Patrick Curley
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Wednesday, January 24, 2024
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Dear JoanMarie and Family,Sending you our deepest most heartfelt condolences. May your father rest in eternal peace.All of our love,
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The Phillips planted a tree in memory of James Ruane
Wednesday, January 24, 2024
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Dear JoanMarie and Family,Sending you our deepest most heartfelt condolences. May your father rest in eternal peace.All of our love, Join in honoring their life - plant a memorial tree
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Warren Land posted a condolence
Wednesday, January 24, 2024
I will always remember the first time I went on a fishing boat with Jimmy. The bluefish were in a feeding frenzy, and we caught so many we did not know what to do with them !
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Julia posted a condolence
Wednesday, January 24, 2024
Dearest Ruane Family,
We send our deepest condolences and pray God comforts y’all whenever you need it. We know Jimmy is in heaven having a great time with all your other beloved two legged and four-legged family and friends who have crossed over. David and Jimmy‘s brother were probably first to greet him. Your Dad, Grandpa... is an exceptional man he will be missed by so many. I was a lost member of the family for over 40 years and Jimmy found me and brought me in. He would visit every year his kindness unmatched.
He always called me kiddo even at 54 years young. One time when he visited he came to pick me up for church he always came early though and I wasn’t ready so I rushed to get finished and when I came out the door he said what’s wrong with you you’re covered in powder. I was moving so fast that when I put my under arm deodorant powder on it had gone all over the place and I hadn’t noticed. He said you’ve got to clean up we’re going to church.
I loved cleaning the inside of his car windows when he visited he was always such a stickler about having clean glass and Jimmy always made sure to remind me to put some type of stuff in the engine to keep it running good .
Y’all will see him again n what a celebration it will be.
Jimmy aka Cuz shared so many stories about y’all every time we met. I thank God for Jimmy. He made a tremendous impact on my life and i am eternally grateful. I drive a school bus because of Jimmy.
God bless y’all Love and peace to y’all. Julia aka Cuz n Greg in Virginia
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Anonymous planted a tree in memory of James Ruane
Wednesday, January 24, 2024
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Simon and Delaney purchased flowers
Wednesday, January 24, 2024
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We love you Grandpa and will miss you dearly.
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Klementyna Potoma uploaded photo(s)
Wednesday, January 24, 2024
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Dear Jimmy,
There are no words to express how much I will miss seeing you around. You’ve been always a true friend to me, an amazing person that was always willing to help, a walking angel spreading joy and all the good vibes to all around you. You were like a second Dad to me. Always close by, always willing to listen to my life’s boring stories, always willing to share helpful advises, and always caring. Through all those years that I get to know you, I collected so many fond memories of you. I will always remember our walks to the park, dinners in your favorite restaurants, some holidays that we get to spent together, backyard BBQs, meetings with neighbors in the hallway, NYPD parties at your place, our cooking rendezvous over a glass of wine, YOU.. correcting my “broken” English pronunciation (we always have a good laugh about that ), and your signature text messages with your favorite emojis that perfectly describe who you truly are at heart… A cop, a patriot, a hero, with a BIG loving and caring heart. I will cherish those moments spent with you forever. Farwell my Friend. May we meet again.
Love,
Klementyna
Me and my Mom, would also like to express our deepest condolences to the whole family. Jimmy always had all but great words about you, and he loved you very much. We are truly sorry for your loss. May he rest in peace.
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Wednesday, January 24, 2024
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Wednesday, January 24, 2024
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I met Jim many years ago and found out that he was setting up the memorial for my brother P.O. Christie Masone, and his partner P.O., Norman Cirillo, who were killed in the line of duty. My family did not know that these memorials were happening until Jim finally got in touch with us after trying for many years. Words can never say how much Jim meant to my family and myself. Jim and I established a close friendship over the years and did a lot of things together. He was one of the most kindest, generous and loyal person I have ever met. He treated my son Xavier so special and what I loved most is that he called him bear which is what they called my brother Christie. The world has lost such a kind person but now he is at rest in peace with his son, his brother, parents and all those he had lost. I will miss him so so much and will miss all of our fishing days that we spent together. Love you always Jim.
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Wednesday, January 24, 2024
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Wednesday, January 24, 2024
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Dad - you will always be missed, but never forgotten. RIP
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Wednesday, January 24, 2024
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Tuesday, January 23, 2024
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Tuesday, January 23, 2024
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Jimmy, You brought joy, happiness, and laughter to all of us. You will always be in our hearts.
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Your Family from 43 Herbert Street planted a tree in memory of James Ruane
Tuesday, January 23, 2024
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Tuesday, January 23, 2024
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