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Julio 29, 1982
 

Born in on July 29, 1982.

VANESSA BORG was born in New York City on July 29th 1982. At 7 55 Pm, at  Saint Vincent's Hospital NYC.

Our first born July 29,1982 Beautiful Daughter Vanessa Borg. She was such a Beautiful Baby. Weighing in at 6 lbs. 7 oz. eighteen inches long and a big bundle of Joy.She was so tiny she fitted on daddy's arm. She had very little hair was very fair.As she started to grow it became reddish...orange like,but it always stayed fair until she was 6.She had a sweet little nose and eyes of greyish/blue and they turned our darker.. As our Vanessa got older she became so enjoyable and lovable. She was such a Joy and miracle in my life. She was a very good Baby,always until her last breath. We really bonded and were always so close. 
She was so Funny. She would say such cute and funny thingsFrom the moment Our Vanessa was born she made her Presence known. She brought such Joy and Happiness to our Lives.She was born Smiling.
Agosto 22, 1982
 

Proud Mommy-1 st day at home baby Vanessa

 Proud Daddy happy holding Vanessa

 

Octubre 23, 1982
 
VANESSA BORG Baptism at St.Joseph Church in Astoria,Queens.VANESSA God Parents were her Auntie Rita and her Uncle Tony.
Diciembre 25, 1982
 

Our Bundle Of Joy-First Christmas

Julio 29, 1983
 

Vanessa 1 st Birthday

Agosto 22, 1983
 

 

 

 

 

Febrero 12, 1988
 

PS 70- Vanessa in Kindergarten with Miss Nevins and her Class friends.

Junio 22, 1988
 

June 18,1988.... Vanessa little brother was born.He was the cutest little brother.From the first moment Vanessa Loved her little brother Vincent.Our Family was Complete.Vincent came into our world June 18 th,the next day was Father's Day.How happy Your dad,Your sister and I were,all Your Aunts,Uncles and grand parents.Now so much has changed.Wish so much Your Sister is here to Celebrate Your Birthday'S with You.But in my heart I know she will and she watching over You...We Love You both so dearly.Vanessa holding her baby brother Vincent first day at home.

Febrero 9, 1989
 

PS 70 Vanessa 1 st grade with Miss Urban and her Class friends

Mayo 11, 1989
 

PS 7O Vanessa in 2 nd grade with Miss Urban and her Class friends

Julio 29, 1989
 

Vanessa  5th Birthday

Julio 29, 1989
 

Vanessa on her 7th Birthday party in Malta with her Grandparents

Marzo 16, 1991
 

PS 70 Vanessa in 4 th grade with Miss Sable and her Class friends.

Noviembre 17, 1992
 

Vanessa at Louis Armstrong in  JR High School with Miss Gold and her class friends.

Marzo 15, 1995
 

Vanessa at Louis Armstrong Middle School Miss Gallager and her Class friends.

 

Marzo 16, 1995
 

Vanessa at Louis Armstrong with Miss La Conti and her class friends.

Mayo 8, 1996
 
May 1996 Vanessa visited a retreat i would like to share what she wrote after her meditation
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This is a Meditation when Vanessa wrote in High School at the age of 14.
It was the Year of 1996

As the power from deep within me filled up an imaginary circle it took on a color. Green. Flashes of different shades of Green unfolded before me. This immense amount of power was drawn in through my feet first, rising into my knees, then up to my thighs, my chest, down my arms and into my hands.
I entered the most beautiful room imaginable. In this room there were elaborate tapestries, the richest wallpaper, and a huge velvety sofa with a breathtaking view of a lake out the window. At the very end of my ''God Room'' there was a door.But, unlike any other door it could not be opened normally. I was the only one who knew how this door could be opened. So I did open it and as I entered the next room I found myself standing on top of a glittering crystal staircase. As I went down this staircase, I felt as if I was floating, not walking. At the end of my staircase there was another door. At first it looked kind of strange. Then I noticed something peculiar. This door looked very much like the cover of a Bible. I looked even further and found that on the cover of this’ Bible'' there was ''Jesus and Vanessa’ written in the most beautiful gold calligraphy ever. I opened the door in the same was I did the others and found myself standing in a lush field.
I continued walking and found something at my feet. I t was a flower. I picked it up and held it. As I walked through this lush field I came to a babbling brook. I noticed it was pretty wide for a brook. I swam across it with much ease. When I reached the other side, I walked across a smaller field. At the end of this small field I came to a path that was obstructed with branches and leaves. I picked up one of the branches and began to clear the path. Soon it became wider and wider and wider, until it became a road.
I was hesitant to walk down this road, although I am not sure why. I was still hesistant.A little way down the road; I saw a group of people talking. As I approached them I noticed one of them was Jesus. He called me over and introduced me to his friends, who seemed to have been the Disciples. They were all very friendly. I stayed and talked to them a while. Yet I do not remember what I talked about. Jesus said that he was going to be on his way. He asked if I would join him. I said ''yes'' and we said our good byes to his friends. I said it was very nice to have met them. Jesus and I were on our way. We walked through a very pretty hamlet with two general stores, a bakery, a school, and a spectacular church which appeared to be made completely out of marble. I could not help but to ask Jesus;’ what church is this?’ He answered;’ This is the House Of God''I walked up to the front of the church and placed the flower I had found earlier on the feet of the Virgin Mary statue.
I continued to walk with Jesus and I soon noticed that we were walking up hill. We continued walking and the hill became steep. I noticed that neither of us were getting tired from the strenuous walk. We finally reached the top. There were many people up there sitting or talking or even praying. From up there I noticed I could see my house. It was very close actually. I saw my Parents and friends all laughing and talking and having a very good time. All of a sudden I got this terrible homesickenss.Jesus noticed I was upset and asked me what was wrong? I told Him I wanted to go and be with my family. In an instant I was in my living room telling my family about my Journey. Strangely enough nobody believed me.

Vanessa's Teacher wrote,’ a very powerful meditation. It is very clear and beautiful.'' A+
Febrero 15, 2000
 

Vanessa in Saint Peters square in Rome with Agatha

 

Febrero 16, 2000
 

Vanessa with Marissa,Mimmo,Roberta,Marco,& Agatha in Italy

Junio 17, 2000
 

Vanessa with her Friend Maria & Miss Hodges at her High School Graduation .

Graduating from The High School for Health Professions in NYC

Septiembre 13, 2001
 

Vanessa wrote this days after 9-11

'I Wanted to Share My Thoughts With You'

9-11-01

Today I look back on the past 2 days and think I should be waking up from this really bad dream right about now. Unfortunately, my nightmare, America’s nightmare, is a brutal reality. A reality, which tested our strength, our integrity as a nation, our unity as a people, and our belief in the American Dream.
On Tuesday September 11, 2001 I woke up to what seemed like a normal day. I got up at about 8am and started getting ready for my first class, which began at 10. I put on Good Day NY like I do almost every morning, and I began to eat my cereal and watch the morning news. At about 8:45 or so, the news channel flickered and went out for like a slit second. About 3 minutes later Jim Ryan and Lynn Brown began talking about “Breaking News” apparently a plane had flown into one of the building of the World Trade Center. The first thought that came to my mind was about he poor people on this plane. But then I thought, how could a pilot fly into one of the twin towers in this crystal clear weather. My questions were answered, no more than 10 minuets later a second plane hit the second tower of the World Trade Center. And life as we know it will never be the same again.
Shocked, scared, and confused I didn’t know what to do. I called my father and he wasn’t at his desk. I kept running back and forth to look at the television, not wanting to believe my eyes, but at the same time so transfixed that I was paralyzed. I called my mom and told her “Mom 2 planes just hit the World Trade Center, put on the TV!” and I hung up. I was in a daze, I had no idea what I was doing. I got my book bag and walked out of my house, like everything was normal. But it was a far cry from that, I went to school thinking that maybe it was all just my imagination, and besides everyone seemed to be going about their normal activities.
I got to school and overheard a few people talking about the incident, but the initial shock didn’t seem to set in. The professor arrived and he said to us that he doesn’t know if he should be conducting the class since the World Trade Center “is in ruins”. Our class went into a frenzy, “what??” we all said. The professor explained to us that the buildings both collapsed. Panic, shock, fear, anger, and a whole range of emotions waved through the classroom. And a cloud of debris hung over lower Manhattan.
My walk home was the scariest and surreal thing I have ever experienced in my life. What seemed like the whole population of Manhattan was walking uptown in a zombie-like daze. I felt like I was the only person walking downtown, but I had to get home. My walk from 68th street and Lexington Ave. to 56th street and 1st Ave. was anything but normal. Droves of people walking with blank stares on their faces. I walked home thinking of what monsters could do such a thing. In between tears and feeling the need to scream from anger I kept walking, the whole way with goose bumps and a chilling feeling unlike any other I had felt before.
Got very worried about my brother and how we are going to get him home from school in Queens since it was a terrible day,so a friend of Dad's told him to take Mum with him to pick my brother from school .All Trains and most busses stopped working.So then my Mum and my brother got on a bud from Queens and got home safe..
When I got home, the images were worse than I imagined. Pure horror on the TV. It was like watching a movie, only one thing, these were not special effects, this really happened. Could it be? The twin towers, which were once looked upon as a landmark of our city and our country no longer stood. It’s just then you realize how many people are involved. The news reporters start giving numbers, as many as 20,000 they say. More than one can imagine. Some one has to pay for all this. But who? As the day progresses, fingers point towards Osama Bin Laden, anti-American millionaire who apparently has more than a few screws loose. With a significant network of worshipers, he is the epitome of evil power. What makes him and his associates even more dangerous is that they are willing to give their lives, to end the lives of others. Just as they proved with the planes they hijacked.
As the story unfolded, things couldn’t get much worse. American integrity was questioned and its people, saddened. But instead of focusing our fear and confusion into anger, New Yorkers instead became unusually helpful. Lines to donate blood had over a 5 hour wait. Rescue workers had more food than they could eat. This was the true spirit of New York. Nothing a terrorist could ever take away from us.
Waking up Wednesday morning, I thought to myself, was it really a dream? Once again I was wrong. The second day was far worse than the first. The dust settled, the thoughts coming together in out heads, and the grim reality of the amount of people buried under 110 stories of rubble. Rescue efforts were not even putting a dent in the huge mound of debris. People began coming foreword with their heart wrenching stories of their missing loved ones. All hope seemed lost, but the rescue efforts pushed on. Burdened with the threats or remaining fires, shaky buildings, wet feet, and heavy hearts, New York’s finest, bravest, and most heroic individuals dug their way into a twisted and chaotic mess. Some with bulldozers, others with their bare hands, everyone was eager to do what they could to help alleviate the pain and horror of the most horrific and deadly tragedy in history.
And while this story is far from over, an interesting realization has come over the people of New York. They care for one another. Everyone is genuinely happy to see friends or co-workers, because we all know in the back of our minds that not everyone is as lucky as we are to be with the ones we love.
Tonight’s forecast is rain. As if a devastated financial district, lost lives numbering in the thousands, dwindling survivors pulled from the wreckage, the fear of an asbestos threat and hundred and hundreds of bodies what will begin to decompose within the next day or so are not enough elements to deal with, now the worry of rain. And while the inclement weather may dampen the bodies of our heroes, its will not even touch the American spirit. Nothing has, nothing will. If anything, these events have brought us together as people, as the human race. Together we will begin to make some sort of sense in our personal lives, and try to return to normalcy seems as foreign as the terrorists who raged their hatred upon us. But we will get through it. God bless America, truly the land of the free and the home of so many brave.


Vanessa Borg
nadurchic@aol.com
09-13-01 
                                                 


Enero 25, 2002
 

Sharing this with you ,Vanessa Thoughts

 

January 25th 2002 I would like to share something Vanessa wrote back in 2002
 
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You sound just like your mother.” A phrase I get all too often, but which I do not mind hearing. I get that phrase just about every time I pick up the phone. It is rare that people assume it is me who answered their call. I always have to correct the callers by saying “No it’s not Elizabeth, it’s Vanessa.” That’s when I get that familiar phrase.
Most people, when being compared to their mother deny it, or even, in some cases get offended. I can proudly say I do not. After all, my mother has given me so much that I am proud of. Even though I may look like a female version of my father, my personality resembles my mother’s. I have her sense of humor, her smile, her laugh, her hospitality, humbleness, but most of all I have her heritage.
My mother came to the United States from the tiny island of Malta. I am not trying to depreciate my father’s background. I am equally proud that he is Welsh, however his Maltese as well, which brings out the Maltese aspect in my family. My father is just as proud of his Maltese culture as I am.
People may wonder why I am so proud of my mother’s heritage. I have no explanation for that. Only that it has been a major part of my upbringing. I was brought up in a “traditional” Maltese household. Thanks to my Parents, I was bi-lingual by the time I was five. Speaking Maltese comes easily as speaking English for me. In the recent past I have taken that step further and taught myself how to read and write the language.
My mother made sure my brother and I knew about our heritage as children. Explaining some of the country’s rich history, the national anthem, the flag, and answering the ceaseless number of questions that inquiring minds of children tend to have. She has exposed us to the language and taught us to love our religion, connecting it closely to our life at home as most Maltese families tend to do.
Because of the love of my culture my mother has instilled in me I have been able to have a feeling of belonging to my life. I go back to Malta almost every summer so that I can re-connect with my heritage. Even though I cannot spend the entire year there, I do enjoy a little of Malta here in New York. Recently I have become an active member of the Maltese Center of New York, a cultural group located not too far from my house. Through this organization I have made unforgettable friends and shared many memories that I will remember for a long time to come. The Maltese Center has also made my life goals seem tangible. I have volunteered to help organize many events. Recently the center organized Maltese language sessions for children aged seven through thirteen. I volunteered to be the Teacher Assistant for this Program. What a wonderful experience it was to see what it is like firsthand to stand up in front of a class of children. The most fulfilling aspect of the lessons was to observe just how much knowledge the children absorbed, and how they improved their learning. It is the most gratifying feeling in my opinion, when a child asks you for help and one can get to see the expression on their face. A thousand thank-yous could not amount to the appreciation I feel from the looks on those faces. This experience has made me strive harder to achieve my long-standing goal of becoming a Teacher.

Following the footsteps of my mother has made me a better person. My mom taught me how to take care of others as only she can. Little everyday things often taken for granted make her the most special person in my eyes. I strive to be more like my mom everyday. I know its cliché to say my mother is the greatest mother in the world, but if we ever do rank the mothers, mine should be considerably high on the list. I know she is Number One on Mine.


Mayo 19, 2006
 

Vanessa at her Confirmation Day with her Zia Mary

 

Julio 31, 2006
 

Passed away on July 31, 2006 at the age of 24.OUR VANESSA was at NYU Hospital and it is where she passed away. The Doctors and Nurses who Cared for OUR VANESSA  were compassionate and amazing people. They gently guided us through those awful few days and treated Our Family and OUR VANESSA  with Kindness and Respect. We can never thank OUR VANESSA's Nurses enough for how they treated OUR VANESSA in the last few days of Her Life. 


      In Her last days with us OUR VANESSA  was surounded by her Family and Friends. The day before OUR VANESSA past away it was her 24th birthday . We all stood around her bedside and read her cards and opened her gifts As anyone who knew OUR VANESSA , she was about "life"OUR VANESSA  would have wanted it that way .




                                  
  R.I.P.

                    OUR ANGEL

                          IN
 
                     HEAVEN
                                
             

Agosto 3, 2006
 
Vanessa's viewing in Astoria was a very large turn out lots of her freinds came and old school freinds and people that Vanessa had worked with even some of the nurses that were taking care of her.Freinds came from as far as Florida & California to say their last good bye's 
 
                            R.I.P. Darling
 
         We'll Never Be The Same 
                       
Agosto 11, 2006
 
Vanessa's final Resting Place is now in Gozo which is the smaller island off Malta All who knew Vanessa know that she was always talking about it and visited the Island for many summer holidays. Vanessa was proud of her Maltese background . The Funeral Mass that took place there,it  was held at Nadur Church,St.Peter & St.Paul Basilica . It was really very Majestic . There were 12 preist's and 24 Alter boys, two of them Brandon & Zachary were Vanessa's cousins, a full Orchestra and Choir . Again the Church was full to capacity of her Family,Aunts,Uncles ,Cousins & friends.Vanessa 's Uncles and Cousins carried her Coffin
Octubre 4, 2006
 
A Memorial Golf Tournament will be held in Memory of Vanessa on October 4th in Scotland.I would like to Thank John and Guza Aitken for the Sponsoring of the Event and Purchasing of the Trophy.Thank You Both from Our Hearts.

                                                                              Alice,Mike

                                                                                Vincent
Octubre 26, 2006
 
The presentation on the Trophy Cup in Memory of Vanessa that was played in Scotland on Oct 4th 2006 The cup was presented by Guza Aikten to Danny.

   
Noviembre 1, 2006
 

Vanessa Head-Stone in Nadur Cemetery,Gozo,Malta.

We would like to thank Sam & Rita for the head-stone


Noviembre 7, 2006
 

Nov 7th 2006
I woke up like any other morning late ,feeling the pain of another day is about to unfold I guess when your sleeping it helps you for a little while to forget, not that you really can ever forget you just say that. This particular morning how ever I looked out the kitchen window as I do everyday, it was still dark and I just saw the faintest glimmer of light in the reflection of the glass from Saint Johns Church across the street .And for some unexplained reason I felt the need to go to the roof top with my camera to take a photo of the Sunrise. This would not be the first time I have taken photos from the roof top which by the way is 41 stories high in Manhattan for those not familiar with the building where we live.
So I grabbed my camera went to the roof top and took just 2 or 3 shots of the Sunrise which needless to say was beautiful and I was really happy that I had taken the time to do so as it helped me start my day on a good note . It was not till later that day when I downloaded the photos to my computer that I look at the shots and to me when you look at it the clouds are like wings of an angel wrapping around a building as the light of a new day begins .It made me think was it Vanessa that made me go to the roof top to see a beautiful Sunrise or was it just something totally at random. I would like to think it was the first thought that it was her saying look at the Sunrise the beginning of a new day and to put a smile on my face and to take away the pain if it was just for a little while .
Some might look at this photo and interpret it differently but that’s why everyone is different and that’s why ~Vanessa ~was Different and Special to many not just her Family but too many of her friends also. ~~If you look closely at the photo on the right hand -side it happened to be a Face in the Clouds.And that Face is Our Angelic Vanessa.What a Beautiful Angelic Cloud Looking Down on US.~~

**May You Rest In Peace My Love**

DAD







*BEAUTIFUL Sunrise

  
Noviembre 23, 2006
 
VINCENT  performing with the Band at the Maltese Club. The show was in Memory of his Sister VANESSA
Diciembre 16, 2006
 

A Tree Planting in Memory for Vanessa was held today at Malta at Salina Bay National Park which will opening in June 07'. The Tree was planted in Honor of Vanessa by her Uncle Tony & her Aunts Annie Mary & Rita. WeLove You and Miss You Vanessa.Look Down on Us.

In memory of a loving daughter
This sweet Znuber tree
Was planted in this special place
For everyone to see

When it grows tall and strong
And it bloom sometime in May
Let those who stand beside it
Take a minute just to pray.

For this is Vanessa's tree
And for those who may not know
She was a very special person
Whose life has touched us so.

Remember Vanessa each time you stand
Beneath this sweet Znuber tree
And may it forever bloom
In loving Vanessa's memory.
Loving Aunty Annie,Loving Uncle Tony
Loving Aunty Rita&
Loving Zia Mary


Marzo 22, 2009
 
March 22 2009 Colon Cancer Challenge-In Loving Remembrance of You Vee
 
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Julio 29, 2009
 

Remembering our Angel 27th Birthday with Love

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Julio 31, 2009
 

Rememering You Our Vanessa on Your 3rd Angel date with a Mass was held at Saint Peter Paul Church in Nadur & we Visited You to lay flowers and say a prayer.