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Jane Murphy Sullivan
Home:
East Northport, NY
Date of Death:
March 15, 2014
Age:
56
Birthdate:
July 18, 1957
Place of Birth:
Manhattan, NY
Service Information:
Thursday, March 20, 2014 10:00 AM St. Philip Neri Church, Northport, NY
Visitation:
Tuesday, March 18, 2014 7-9 PM and Wednesday, March 19, 2014 2-5 & 7-9 PM at the funeral home.
Interment:
St. Philip Neri Cemetery, East Northport, NY
Thoughts from Nicole Rofrano
March 17, 2014

With great sadness of her sudden passing, my condolences to John, Jack, Robert and all of the Murphy family. I was privileged to have worked with Jane from 1991 to 1999. She made no secret that she preferred to be known as “Jayne” in the office, so much so, that our inter-office phone directory at that time, had to be changed to reflect her wishes. And now, to her office friends she remains Jayne. People joke about having a ‘work wife’ or ‘work husband’, but when I think of who Jayne was-- for many in our office--she is best known for being the ‘work big-sister’ to us. Someone to laugh with, share secrets with and get the most supportive, down-to-earth advice from, Jayne could be counted on for all of it. Through her loving words, she was always quick to encourage her friends to do well, stay strong and to live honestly and purposefully every day. I remember the fun we had at our lunch table, laughing at our own klutziness and calamities of the day. When Jayne became pregnant with Jack, she tried to keep it a secret, but failed because she was beaming with such absolute joy and happiness, everyone immediately picked up on it, and we were all so thrilled for her and John. Shortly thereafter, Robert came along and once again, Jayne tried to keep that from us too, but her happiness was so evident that we just knew. One day, after she revealed to me that she had never had a pedicure, I convinced her to spoil herself silly and treat herself to one. A few days later, she practically tiptoed over to my desk due to the agony it caused her. She laughingly thanked me for my lousy advice; always the avid runner, she had developed callouses on her feet in all the right places. Needless to say, those callouses were removed during that pedicure and it affected her run so negatively, that she joked about having to get a different size running shoe. The stories she told were always funny ones, always about an adventurous commute, the adventures of parenting or something hilarious that happened with her siblings. Jayne so loved her family—her sisters, brothers, husband and especially the boys—she could not ever speak of them without a sparkle in her eye. Jayne and I had spoken quite a few times in the last year and a half, supporting one another over the phone from many miles away, and I could tell through the phone that she still had that sparkle in her eye, and it was bigger than ever, when she spoke about the fine young men she had raised. She will always be missed, and I have promised myself to always smile when I think of her.