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Sean Tallon
Age: 26
Occupation: Fire Fighter
Worked for: FDNY
Originally from:
Resided in: Yonkers
School: Fordham Prep
College: Iona College
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Sean was a hero in the truest sense of the word. As an EMT, Marine reservist and fireman, everything he did was in service to others. Sean was not only a great person but a great American and he died saving the lives of thousands of innocent people. Sean you are sorely missed and we are grateful that God blessed us all with your love and friendship, even if for such a short time.
-- Shannon (Friend)
08 Oct 2001

"One day I asked the Lord above, in the wisdom of His love, why He took so many before they could grow old. I said I'd try to understand the Power of His loving hand, here's the simple answer I was told. Some flowers only bloom in Heaven. Some flowers need his gentle touch. Some flowers only bloom in Heaven. They're the special souls He loves so much."

Sean and all the Heroes of September 11th gave their lives so that others might live. Although his time on this Earth was too short, Sean will live on in the stories we tell our children and the memories we keep in our hearts of this funny, kind, brave, and sometimes a little crazy friend who is now watching over us.
Thank you Sean and God Bless you and your family.
-- Tara ()
25 Oct 2001

My brother Patrick and I heard of Sean's passing. We read about Sean Patrick, and felt a connection to learn of his life, humour and love of Irish music. Although we have never met, his life story is an inspiration to me. I hope to live to the ideals he held. He will always be remembered by Shawn and Patrick Tallon.

May God hold you in the hollow of His hand Sean Patrick.

-- Shawn Tallon (Admirer)
05 Nov 2001

In loving Memory of
Sean Patrick Tallon
September 27, 1974
September 11, 2001

Dear Lord-
He raced up the stairs of the North Tower with all his might, dressed in heavy bunker gear and carrying his heavy equipment. I pray that he kept climbing until he reached Your bright home in Heaven with all Your angels and saints, where there is no sweat, pain, or tears. I pray that you will take Sean into Your loving arms. He will be happy and at peace there with you, O Lord. Keep me mindful that you are Our Good Shepherd and that You love each one of Your sheep.
-Amen
-- anonymous ()
05 Nov 2001

God bless him, and watch over him, thats all there is to say really. He was one of America's/Irelands best.
-- **** (())
07 Nov 2001

To Sean and all the brothers in the FDNY who lived as heroes, giving so all could be safe. God speed. I am proud to be Irish-American, family from Clare, grandfather John J. Davis, a fireman in Buffalo, NY...long ago. Thank all of you who help others daily. I proudly wear the cap of FDNY...
-- Carol Davis (proud to be Irish, from Clare)
07 Nov 2001

I never knew nor met him, but from what I've read, Sean Patrick Tallon was a REAL Irishman, and I have to say, he showed more courage in that New York catastrophe, than I ever could in similar circumstances. Well done, Sean Patrick Tallon.
-- Lourenco (No relation - just an admirer)
07 Nov 2001

Semper Fi means "always faithful" and this young Marine / fireman was a true hero. God's peace and compassion to Sean's family.
-- Bill Owens (former Marine)
07 Nov 2001

up--the--bannor.sean-thank.you.@god.bless.you.
-- from.ennis.co.clare. ()
09 Nov 2001

Two days prior to the attack on the World Trade Center, I was fortunate enough to talk to Sean for the first time in many years. The Marine Corps had me stationed in Quantico, VA. for the last three years, but now I was home. In New York at last. I had once again joined my old unit in Long Island, the unit which was fortunate enough and truly blessedto count old Sean Patrick among its ranks.
It was on Sunday afternoon when I spoke to Sean, for what would be, sadly, the last time. "Sergeant Paddy." he called out, "how have you been lad?" I couldn't help but have a mile wide grin on my face. I t was so good to see Sean and shake his hand again.
After talking for about fifteen minutes, fifteen minutes I will forever treasure, we closed our conversation. He asked me what I was doing the following Sunday. I replied that I had no idea. "Why?", I asked. He informed me that up at Rory Dolan's the next weekend a fundraiser was to be held for the memory of three brother firefighters lost on Father's Day. He assured me that there would be plenty of old friends, some of whom I hadn't seen in years there. In addition, plenty of music, some traditional, some modern Irish rock, there was sure to be plenty of good craic , and of course, plenty of pints of the "good stuff."
That said, I agreed to meet Sean in the Bronx that next weekend. You know what happened to interrupt those plans.
I have only marched in the Saint Patrick's Day parade here in New York once before. That was in 1997, the 150th anniverasry of Black '47. I marched then to honor my great grand mother, Marcella Cecelia Collins - Radigan, a saint of a woman who hailed from "the proudest place on earth", as she used to say,Frenchpark, Co. Roscommon. This year, I will march with our unit up 5th Ave. for Sean Patrick Tallon, a saint of a man who lost his life while saving the lives of tens of thousands of others, Catholic, Protestant, Moslem, Jew, female and male alike.
Sean, you can count on seeing me in the line of march with Bobby Candella, Ledwith and all of the other boys of 2nd Bn. 25th Marines this 17th. I'm sure you'll be sitting in the best seat in the house. Reviewing the parade while standing in between St. Patrick, Saint Bridget and Cardnial O'Connor .
Following the parade, we will all adjourn to the nearest pub, and toast you, Sean Patrick, with a pint of creamy, cold, black Guinness.
You will forever be with us Sean, this I promise. I will close for now, but will see you tonight when I say a Hail Mary. Semper Fi, Marine, and congradulations on a job well done on 9-11, 30,000 got out!
P.S. Give my old nanny a kiss for me!
Paddy Smith
-- Patrick Smith ()
14 Nov 2001

From NY Times, Nov 17, 2001

'Awaiting Fresh Challenges'

Sean Patrick Tallon, 26, was a reservist in the United States Marine Corps, a former emergency medical technician and a probationary firefighter with Ladder Company 10 just a few weeks away from the end of his training. He was tough, but he always wondered whether he measured up. "That's the way he was," said his older sister, Rosaleen DaRos. "He always thought everybody else was capable, but he was just as capable."

Take the button accordion that Mr. Tallon loved to play. He would bring out his instrument and play Irish favorites for relatives at family gatherings, with his sister on the piano accordion. But he rarely played for friends; some of them didn't even know he could play an instrument.

When he left for work from his home in Yonkers on Sept. 11, headed for the fire station that was among the first to respond to the trade center attack, he seemed in a buoyant mood. His probationary period was almost over and a new challenge lay ahead.

"He wanted to find Mrs. Right," Mrs. DaRos said. "That is what he said was his next mission. He said his probie year was almost finished and he wanted to start with the rest of his life. Everything was just all ready. He had just blossomed."
-- anon ()
03 Dec 2001

sean you will be missed
-- joe (Friend {})
14 Dec 2001

Sean Tallon will be truly missed by many who knew and loved him.
-- anon (Friend {})
18 Feb 2002

A letter to my brother-

Sean, my earliest memories of you go back to when we lived in the apartment. We were really little and I remember us laughing so much with Mom and Dad on the green carpet doing the Twist to Chubby Checker. I remember Dad shaking you up so fast and you were laughing your head off and asking to dance over and over again to it. You were about 2 years old.

My next memory was when you were 3 years old and we had moved back to Ireland. It was a winter morning there and I remember you and I were
dressed in matching pajamas that Dad had brought from his job in Brooklyn. The pajamas were red, had feet, and giant jelly beans printed all over the top. I remember us having so much fun on the carpeted stairs.... we were getting such a kick of sitting and sliding down the stairs. I remember your carrot red hair bopping up and down as you bounced down the stairs. We were so
contented playing with each other.

My next earliest memory was when we had just returned from Ireland. You were 4 and I was 7. We shared a bedroom in our apartment on Rochambeau
Ave. Our bedroom faced out to Bainbridge Avenue. At night we would be scared of the loud sirens of the ambulances and fire trucks that raced up and down the avenue. (Little did we know that you would be working aboard both of these trucks later on in life!) But instead of getting upset to Mom and Dad about the new noises that scared us, we made a plan that across our twin beds, we would stretch out our arms and hold hands until we fell asleep. It always worked.

Sean I think that throughout our lives we still held hands through everything and we shared all our hopes and fears. I will miss that more than I can describe here in words.

We remember going to so many Irish dancing classes, Irish music classes, and going to all the feises. But the thing Mom and Dad took so serious was our schoolwork. I remember how hard mom would work with you on your studying. That wasnBt always the easiest job either, with your little red-head temper, you could sometimes turn as red as your button-accordion. But they
stuck with you...I remember Mom and Dad told us that they always wanted us to do as well as we could so that we would not feel bad about ourselves after the test or after the competition or even later in life. And gosh, Sean,
you were excited when you would do well... and you would always give Dad BfiveB. You even gave Dad BfiveB when you finished bootcamp for the
Marines!

I remember Mom waving out our bedroom
-- continued below (Sister {})
18 Feb 2002

window as we walked together to St. BrendanBs School. We remember when Ms. McCarrick, your kindergarten teacher gave you the big job of saying your little speech... you never told anyone until that day....

Through your life, that is how you were. You never made a big deal out of your accomplishments. As a matter of fact, sometimes you were so humble that you made these big accomplishments seem attainable by everyone.
Humility... gosh Sean sometimes we were astonished that you would say that others were more capable at just the jobs we saw you do perfectly yourself. For example, you always pushed me out front as the musician and smart one
when you had just as much music in you and were sharper than me at a number of things.

Sean, you wore your insecurities on your sleeve, and werenBt ashamed to admit them, whether it was about approaching a girl for a date or being able
to pass the physical for the fire department. This amazed me, for such a handsome and fit fellow. But your little anxieties were endearing and made you someone that people could admit their weaknesses to without feeling
vulnerable. For such a big, strong, tough guy you felt things for yourself and for others very deeply. You made sure that you thought enough about a personBs problem so that you could give some good simple advice. Many of your friends have mentioned this to me in the last few weeks.

Another thing that really made you a special person is that you wanted the best for other people. There are many, many examples of this. The most recent example was when your friend Pat was interested in buying the house next door to Mom and Dad, you made sure that you inquired and found out that this was a good investment for him.

As your family, we saw this tough, yet sensitive duality in you as well. For example, when Rob and I went down to shake your hand at the sign of peace, you busted his chops about his, as you said, Benormous boutonniere that looked like broccoliB but you told me BYou look beautiful today.B

There were so many Christmas cards and birthday cards .... it is so great that we saved them because they are a written reminder of you. In one Christmas card that you gave to Dad and Mom, it said B it took me years to realize that
the love you have for me is the closest thing to heaven that IBve ever known.B

In another you told me not to worry about something, gave me some tough advice, and then reminded me to take solace in the fact that my family loved me... (in parentheses you wrote that you werenBt sure of the spelling for solace!! haha!!).

Sean, we all knew that you loved us, and we really loved you. As your older sister, I always tried to look out for you and protect you, but sometimes I could not. When you were little and used to play hide and seek under the bed, you would bump your head as you scurried out from under the bed. (It happened more than once.) You would have this big purple bump on you
head and I remember getting so upset seeing you hurt. I remember when you broke your arm in second grade in the schoolyard and they had to pull on your thumb to straighten up the bone and I remember you being in so much pain. I felt helpless to protect you then just as I did a few weeks ago. But I think that God reached down that day to quickly end all the peopleBs pain at
-- continued below (Friend {})
18 Feb 2002

the Twin Towers. I think he picked you up into his arms and you are waiting safely there for us.

I hope that you know how proud I am that you hold the title of U.S. Marine. As reservists, you and your fellow Marines put in a hard week at work and on the weekends learn how to defend and die for our country. I remember many times when you missed out on weekend events or parties because you had BdutyB. I admire you for joining these men and women and I pray that God will watch over all our military personnel during this time.

Sean, we will miss your Bhard-chargerB intensity and excitement for life. We will miss your strong presence and heavy feet thumping through the
house. We will miss you watching the sports with Dad on the couch in the living room while eating a feed of MomBs chicken cutlets. We will miss your car pulling up out front. We will miss you cheering up a tough situation with a witty phrase.

A funny thing has been happening to me lately, however... when I stay quiet for a moment, I feel as if you are whispering a quick sarcastic phrase in my ear or a quick Bjust do itB in my ear. I feel your presence Sean. Your tough, kind presence.

Mom and Dad have had a hard time calling you a hero... I guess thatBs where you got your humility gene from... but they are starting to realize that you are a hero Sean. We are so sincerely proud of you and that is helping us a little. But its hard. We pray that you are safe now with God in Heaven.

We know how much you loved listening to and playing Irish music on the button accordion. We know how much you loved Co. Clare in Ireland for its great traditional Irish music and the beautiful scenery along the West Coast.
We will think of you walking along those Cliffs and the sound of the button accordion will be ringing in our ears.

Sean, I miss you with all my heart. I will try to be as good as I can be so that I can one day laugh again with you in Heaven. Until then I pray that you are happy and at peace with God in Heaven.

I love you, Sean. I couldn't have asked for a better brother than you. Until we meet again...
-- Rosaleen (Sister {})
18 Feb 2002

My memories of Sean all involve music. Rosaleen (his sister) and I would play every Sunday at different Sessions around the Bronx, Yonkers and Manhattan over the years and the one thing I always noticed was how supportive Sean was. No matter where the gig was or how large or small the crowd Sean would be there. He was so shy he wouldn't even ask for songs he wanted to hear. He would tell Rosaleen and she would in turn ask. I was so surprised when Rosaleen told me years after we started that Sean played the button accordian and one night in Fibber Magees in Yonkers I asked him if he would play. He told me he would practice during the week and bring it in the following week. He did and I was as proud of him as I would be of my own brother. I was proud to sing a song for him on November 2nd, 2001.
"And now as we remember Hard Charger and the others.
And shed a mournful tear for all his fallen brothers
Although we couldn't know them all we knew them well enough
To know what they were made of....and that was Hero stuff".

I am proud to have known you Sean.



-- Marian (Friend {})
31 Mar 2002

Sean, I count myself among the lucky few who had a chance to know you in your short time with us. I first met you in '92, walking home from the bus stop. From St. Patrick's Day parades, to the Catskills, Ireland to your backyard, there are stories I will enjoy telling for the rest of my life. I fell out of touch with you when I moved away, but since 9/11, everyone down here feels like they know you in some small way. They, as I, are so proud of how you served your country and community. You will live on in their hearts as the hero you are, and in mine as the friend I lost too soon. I miss you.
-- Rob (Friend {})
19 Apr 2002

SEAN,JUST THREE WEEKS BEFORE YOUR TRAGIC AND UNTIMLY DEATH,I HAD THE PLEASURE OF MEETING YOU OVER HERE IN IRELAND WHEN YOU WERE ON HOLIDAYS,WITH YOUR MAM AND DAD.I TOUGHT WHAT A FINE MAN YOU TURNED INTO.LITTLE DID I THINK IT WOULD BE THE LAST TIME THAT I WOULD SEE YOU ALIVE AGAIN,UNTIL WE MEET SOME TIME AGAIN SEAN R.I.P. LOTS OF LOVE AND GOD BLESS.
FROM PAULINE,MICK AND FAMILY XXXXX
-- PAULINE USSHER (Aunt {})
09 May 2002

Sean I knew you when you were little living on Rochambeau Ave. I would come over to play with your sister and your were always there playing along. When I heard of your passing I felt that I lost a little piece of my childhood too. I know that you are up in heaven and looking down on your love ones. You will always be a hero. God Bless
-- Danielle (Friend {child hood friend})
30 May 2002

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