DEBORAH LUMSDEN (nee RUTHERFORD), 61, Of Mastic Beach, died February 25,2017 at Nesconset Nursing Center. Debbie was born in Bay Shore and drove a school bus all of her adult life. She was a lover of animals, especially pet birds, and she was always up for having fun with her friends, sons and her grandchildren. She is survived by her mother and step-father Dolores and Donald Hoffmann, her loving sons Timothy Costa, Christopher Costa,and Brian Hoffmann, Her devoted sister Michele Rappa, loving nieces Jennifer LaCorte, Juliet Lacorte, Allison Rappa, Daejianna Clairborne, Adrianna, nephew Nicholas Feliciano, And her cherished grandchildren Haylee, Madison,Cassie, Conner, Morgan and Alex. Cremation was private.
CATHERINE WINFRED SCHNEIDER, 90, of Shirley, died peacefully at her residence surrounded by her loving family. Catherine was born in New York and embarked on a career in advertising. She was preceded in death by her husband Charles in 2004. She is survived by her sister Ann Angotti as well as many nieces and nephews. Family and friends were received at Roma Funeral Home in Shirley. A Mass was offered at St. John’s RC Church in Center Moriches. Interment took place at Calverton National Cemetery.
WILLIAM MICHAEL BECKER, 38, of Shirley, died on March 6, 2017 at Brookhaven Memorial Hospital. He was born in Syosset, New York. He was affectionately known as “Billy”. He was a quality control manager at Power Connector, Inc. of Bohemia. He loved to drink craft beer, backyard BBQ’s, big bonfires. Billy was a great patriot, he liked firearms, enjoyed all kinds of music, trips to the Caribbean. He will be sorely missed by his feline companion Bear. He is survived by his loving wife Keri for the past four years. He was the loving son of William (Ruth) and Nadia (Michael) Keravich and his brother Michael, and many countless friends. Family and friends were welcomed at Roma Funeral Home in Shirley. A Private cremation took place at Mt. Pleasant, Center Moriches.
By Barbara Guarino Kruk
Sudden and traumatic death is always the most difficult to reconcile. Someone who is perfectly healthy, going about their normal life is instantly taken from us. The shock, the anger, the sheer senselessness of it all can cause deep and lasting scars.
Billy, William Michael Becker, a tall, handsome, healthy young man, suddenly and inexplicably died. With no apparent cause of death; no accident, or any indication of disease, a thirty-eight year old man, in the prime of his life, is taken from this world.
When his wife, Keri, a beautiful young woman showed me his picture my heart sank. As a mother of children that age and older I could only gasp at the depth of grief his family would sustain. These were two people who were devoted to each other. Now, at this tender age his wife of four and a half years is a widow. The enormity of that is so profound. Were they not promised a lifetime together? His parents will never recover from his passing. We always believe that if we just get our children past a certain age they would be safe forever.
Billy was a man whose presence commanded a crowded room. His stature was that of a healthy, vibrant young man; well built and muscular. He had thick black hair and sported a full beard with the beginnings of some dignified grey creeping in. Beyond his obvious good looks was the man behind the body. A lover of this country; his was a great patriot. He liked firearms, backyard BBQ’s and big, gigantic, bonfires. He was a man’s man; rugged and gritty in the best way possible. A great husband, a wonderful son, and a good friend to all.
Billy Becker will be missed by so many people because he was the genuine article, what you saw was what you got; a true homegrown American man.