John Sheedy (August 11, 1957 - January 25, 2011)

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John Sheedy

Born in Massachusetts

53 years

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I am going to concentrate on what's important in life. I'm going to strive everyday to be a kind and generous and loving person. I'm going to keep death right here, so that anytime I even think about getting angry at you or anybody else, I'll see death and I'll rememberDiane Frolov and Andrew Schneider

This memorial website was created to remember the wonderful, talented, brilliant, cultured, generous, handsome, refined, quirky, lovable John Francis Sheedy. He was born on August 11th, 1957 to Violet and John Sheedy in Brighton, Massachusetts. He died on January 22nd, 2011 in Moscow, Russia, ever so soon and unexpectedly at age 53. He was a partner in a prestigious American firm, and was extremely well-known and well-respected in the corporate law community. A law magazine at one point quoted him as being "legendary," - which I, one of his daughters, as well as his other family members had no qualms bragging about.

My dad was legendary for many reasons. Not only was he a brilliant and talented lawyer who was always ahead in his career - but most people, especially those who knew him on a much more personal level, would agree that his sense of humor would put him in the hall of fame. Had my dad not chosen law as a career, I'm almost certain he would have considered acting or stand-up comedy as a back up. He loved watching Family Guy and the Austin Powers movies, which already gives you a hint of my dad's love for the ridiculous and crass. In his goofiest and most spontaneous moods, he would look at you with squinted eyes, pursed lips, holding his pinky up to his mouth in imitation of - that's right, you guessed it - Dr. Evil! And oh, how he loved tickling me and my sister. Both of us knew the look he gave us when he was about to tickle us, and we'd run for cover as soon as we saw it. Whenever you heard someone yell DAD, STOP! most people guessed correctly that we were either being mercilessly tickled by our father or embarrassed by some silly imitation he was doing. I can only hope and pray that I have inherited my dad's gift for being funny so that I can make my future kids laugh as hard as I did.

Others who knew him can also attest to his adoration for culture and language. He was a certified world traveler if I ever did meet one. His last years were even spent living and working in Moscow, Russia; but besides that, he loved exploring the world around him. My family and I were fortunate to accompany him on many trips he took during his lifetime. How many languages did my father really speak? To this day I couldn't tell you. Language came so naturally to him. He was an American, but spoke Russian like a native Russian. He learned Hungarian just for kicks. I was startled at times to hear him holding decent conversations in French and Spanish. Such language skills are unmatched, in my somewhat biased opinion.

Though my dad was a busy man, he loved his family with all of his heart. It must have been difficult for him to be so far away from his mother, father, daughters, and sisters for so long; but he still made time for us when he could. He made the long and tiring trip from Russia several times a year, and it was never wasted. It was such a joy to hug him after so many months of not seeing him - and I could tell how much he missed us too. During his times here in the States, we would spend valuable time at my grandmother's house making dinner, playing scrabble, catching up on old times etc. In the most recent two years, we would go down to his condo in Naples, Florida, and lounge by the beach, play tennis, explore the wildlife, and relax together from the stresses of daily life. Speaking from a more personal view, I always felt that my dad wanted the best for me. He supported all of my educational and career goals, and made sure that they happened. Though I wish so much that I saw him more over the years, I don't have a doubt in my mind that my sister and I were his pride and joy and that he would have done anything to make sure that we led happy and healthy lives.

So in conclusion to the prologue of this memoriam, I would like to say to my father, John Sheedy: Daddy, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you....a million times over. I know that we will meet again one day.....but until we do, please accept my gift to you: this website, which I truly hope will accurately represent your spirit and help it live on, vividly, brightly, eternally in the hearts of those who loved you.

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