Martin Lizzul
Martin Lizzul

An Easygoing Best Friend

Martin Lizzul wanted to be everyone's best friend. You could not force a nasty word out of him. "He was so easygoing," said his sister, Susan Lauria. "He never said a bad word about anyone. Even if he didn't like someone, he wouldn't say a bad word."

Mr. Lizzul, 31, was an account executive for Kestrel Technology, a software company, and for months he had been spending the mornings ‹ usually from 7:30 to 11 ‹ at Cantor Fitzgerald, a client that was using Kestrel products.

He had married Jean Lucido in June. His parents lived in Dix Hills, on Long Island. It wasn't often that either of his parents made it into Manhattan, where he lived. But on the Wednesday before the attack, his mother came into the city, and they had dinner with other friends and relatives. He walked his mother to her car. He walked off. For some reason, they both turned around toward each other at the same time. They looked into each others' eyes and said, "I love you."

It was his practice to call his parents every Wednesday to see how they were. For some reason, he called on the following Monday, Sept. 10.


Wife - Jean Marie Lucido (1975 - ), married {Source:]

Immediate family - Julia and Victor Lizzul (parents), Susan and Dana (sisters), Tom Lauria (brother-in-law and husband of Susan), Stephen and James (nephews), 



Family and Friends' Tributes

Although I never met Martin personally, I want to express my sympathy to the Lizzul family and to tell you how saddened I am at your loss. Martin's father, Victor is my first cousin. I am amazed at how much he looked like his father. I cherish the memories of visiting the Lizzul's at St. Marks Place during my childhood. God Bless all of you.

Your Cousin,
Joanne Ambrose Johnson

Dear Martin, I wish I had known you. I am your cousin Daniela (daughter of Robert Matura). My heart goes out to your family and friends. I will always remember your face from your picture and hold it dear. With love, The Birch Family

This Tribute was provided by The Lizzul Family:
The Martin Lizzul Scholarship Fund

If you are interested in making a donation to The Martin Lizzul Scholarship Fund, please send your check payable to Half Hollow Hills High School West to:

The Martin Lizzul Scholarship Fund
c/o Half Hollow Hills High School West
375 Wolf Hill Road
Dix Hills, New York 11746
Attention: Dr. James LoFrese, Principal

This Tribute was provided by Dana Lizzul:

A shocked and stricken world stands helpless before the fact of death. Death brought to us through a tragically successful assault upon American life. Our earliest disbelief has slowly given way to unprecedented sorrow. Millions all over the earth join in lamenting a silence that can never again be broken. The absence of loved ones never again to be seen. Although the world is mourning the tremendous loss of many, those of us who are gathered here today have joined to mourn the tremendous loss of one. Whether directly or indirectly, we all knew him. We all loved him. And these words to follow are a meager attempt to express the torment in all of our hearts.

Martin was blessed with a father and mother who never thought anything mattered more than their children. And for a scant eighty-seven days, Martin was a husband to Jeannie. He simply adored her. She was his perfect soul mate. My father taught us all to reach for the moon and the stars. Martin did that in all he did - and he found his shining star when he married our dear sweet Jeannie.

All of us who knew Martin personally - his youth, his drive, his ideals, his heart, his generosity and his hopes - mourn now more for ourselves and each other - than for him. Martin was taken from us suddenly and I dare say that we shall never see him again. We lost him on that horrifying day - robbed of the countless years to come that we all took for granted we would be sharing with him. Because we were robbed we will each hold a place in our hearts that will always remain empty. But even though his mortal time with us was cut so unjustly short, he will live forever in our treasured memories of him.

Please take a moment of silence now to reminisce and feel Martin's presence through your cherished memories of him. Reflect on times you shared laughter and times he supported you in friendship. Feel his eternal love in your heart as we share a moment of silence remembering Martin.

What comfort can I extend to our heavy hearts today as we mourn this loss? What comfort to a mother, a father, a sister, family and friends? What comfort that extends beyond the knowledge that we have given history our youthful hero? A man who brightened our lives with his perfect smile and his gentle grace. Now in the mysterious ways of God, Martin has been summoned to an eternal life where everyone lives in peace.

It is a consolation for us all to know that Martin's tragic death does not spell the end. The consolation is to know that he only waits for us in another place. Truly in a better place. In a place where the time that goes by as he waits for us to arrive will seem to him like only seconds.

May Martin's noble soul rest in peace. Do not remember Martin as a victim of this hateful act. I beg you all - allow Martin's memory to perpetuate in your hearts as a symbol of love...a symbol of love for God, for our country and for all mankind. The foundation upon which a new world must be built if our civilization is to survive.

Lord please bestow your eternal peace on him and let your perpetual light shine upon him.

May peace be with you all. And may God bless American.

(This eulogy was inspired by the eulogies read at John F. Kennedy's and John F. Kennedy Jr.'s memorial services.)

This Tribute was provided by joanne meyers:
martin lizzul

Ok, Dana, you already know what I'm going to write..Martin will always be the "the stereotypical little brother" I did not have younger siblings which made it all the more interesting to be around this rambunctious, fun spirited kid, I having the opportunity to know him provided me with a chariming childhood memory.. it was at an age when sisters wanted to kill their brothers and vice versa...... here it comes.

"Line of Scribble"....Dana and I used to play football with Martin ..... Martin would point out ..the line of scrimage(spelled right?)..and I would really tease him, this football fanatic kid by saying "what did you say? line of scribble?"..Martin would say "no Joanne Scrimage, not scribble....Martin , mind you all of 6,7 yrs. old, would freak out.."Joanne!! IT'S CALLED LINE OF SCRIMAGE!!!""..

silly, but charming memory of a child who grew up to be a responsible, loving son, brother and husband. God Bless him, his family and wishes, Joanne

This Tribute was provided by Thomas Lauria

Dear Mart, My Brother-In-Law and Great Friend:

Things will never be the same again,
Life will never be as good again,
Without you.

Love Always,

This Tribute was provided by Donna Mertz

Dear Sue and Tom,
Although we didn't know Martin personally, all of the love and sympathy that we've seen towards him is a testament to the wonderful person we see him as. Be strong. Love, Donna & Howie

This Tribute was provided by Kenny Lovisa

I do not recall ever meeting Martin but he was my cousin Tommy's best friend. That says a lot.

This Tribute was provided by Janine, Ron and Jackson Louie

Dear Susan and Tom,
Isn't it funny that we have spent so many years together and we know each others families so well and all that goes on in each others families yet I only met Martin a couple of times. I wish I had known him better. I do know that, Sue your face always lit up when you spoke of him so he must have been an amazing brother to you and Tom and Dana. That, you can hold on to forever, until you meet again.
Love Janine Ron and Jackson

This Tribute was provided by Julia Lizzul:

My Boy

My precious son:

We little knew that morning,
God was going to call your name;
In life we loved you dearly,
In death we do the same.

It broke our hearts to lose you,
You did not go alone;
For part of us went with you,
The day God called you home.

You left us beautiful memories.
Your love is still our guide.
And though we cannot see you,
You are always by our side.

Our family chain is broken,
And nothing seems the same;
But as God calls us one by one,
The chain will link again.

This Tribute was provided by Phyllis Masciandaro:
Martin and the Seagull

I will never forget the stunned look on Martin's face when he was a little boy visiting Busch Gardens in Florida with us. He had gone to get a slice of pizza and was walking back to our table when a seagull swooped down and took the whole slice right off the plate and flew away with it. Martin was speechless, but he didn't cry. We adults (his parents, my husband, Mario, and I) laughed til we cried at the look on Martin's face--Then bought him another slice.

This Tribute was provided by Andy Matura

"Hey, Lady. Your son looks like a sea captain.”
That’s what a repairman told Martin’s Mother when Martin was about 2 or 3 years old, and came barreling into the room.

That description was close but I think more accurately, he looked like a Viking. For those who only knew him as an adult, you wouldn’t believe the way he was structured in those days: He had this platinum-blond hair, a chubby Spanky McFarland face and the shoulders and hips of a linebacker. I called him “Thor.”

A couple of years later when he was 5 or 6, and regularly beating up both of his big sisters, I called him “Martinski.” When he’d say, “Uncle Andy, why do you call me ‘Martinski,’ I’d reply, “You are ‘Martinski Dubrovski,’ Captain of Cossacks. Feared by the masses.” It was also around that time, in the days before PCs, that kids had these hand-held calculators with games on them. Martin had a football version that he used to work at approximately 80 miles per hour. Once, when he was playing furiously at a game, he suddenly stopped; looked up at me and said, “Uncle Andy, if you’re so smart, how come you can‘t do this?!?” Then he immediately returned to the game. The little commissar didn’t even wait for an answer. How he went from the notorious Viking-Cossack to the serene, quietly-confident man that he was, I don’t know. He was a good athlete; that must have been where the aggression went.

When he was a teenager, sometimes we would jog together. Once, running along the beach, I saw some friends of mine and we stopped to say hello. I was very proud of him that day: his demeanor, the way he presented himself. I remember thinking that my Nephew has a good self-image.

To me, Martin wasn’t a back-slapper or a belly-laugher but he did smile a lot. And it was no ordinary smile. Think, Tom Cruise. One sure-fire way I could get him to smile was through his Nephew (my Great Nephew) Stephen, who at the time was a 4-year-old good-looking little “paisan” who I call Santino. Whenever Martin was around I’d look seriously at Stephen and say (in Brando-Corleone voice), “Santino, what do you think about this Solozzo business?” It got him every time. One of the many little things I'll miss.

As an adult he nurtured me. “Are you still exercising, Uncle Andy? You still look slim.” Sometimes he was lying through his beautiful white teeth but I didn’t mind. At Christmas, he knew me well enough to know I’d never be disappointed with yet another book about Laurel & Hardy, or WWII, or Nam. In his last two Christmases he sent me filet mignon. I’ll never know what I did to deserve it, but I did absolutely nothing to discourage him from doing it again.

On the sleepless night of September 11th, I was haunted by something my Mother said when my childhood friend Roland, 2 years older than me and My Protector, died at the age of 17 from a burst appendix: “The one person who could have done a little good for the world…brought a little happiness…” I remember her voice trailed off and she never finished the sentence. It’s the same for me now with Martin. Even when I write it, I can’t finish it: Thor. Martinski. Martin. Nephew. "The one person who could have done a little good for the world…brought a little happiness…”

--Uncle Andy

This Tribute was provided by Robert Matura

Today is the day. The dialogue has been running through my head a part of every day and now it's time to get it down.

My nephew, Martin, my sister and brother-in-law's only son is gone as of Sept. 11. Although almost a year has gone by, the last time I saw him stands out like yesterday.

I was in N.Y. for a family reunion. Because I live so far away (Alaska) I have missed almost all of them. A day or two before Sept. 11 some of us met at an East-side pub in mid-town NY. Martin sat across from me and was chatting with my youngest son, Anthony. They hardly knew each other but they got on well. It was dark as our group left the pub and we were all going separate ways. Martin, Dana and the others started to walk uptown. Anthony, my sister Julie and I watched them cross the street. About halfway over, Martin stopped, turned and started back. He shook hands with Anthony and I then hugged my sister and said, "I love you mom". 

I never saw him again. Everytime reference is made to that terrible day, 9-11, I am taken back to that moment on that New York street.

In this short life it is only a freeze-frame moment, but I will always remember.

Love Uncle Robert 

This Tribute was provided by Stephanie Weiner

To Jeannie and family:

I am so sorry for your loss. Jeannie, I have thought of you often this past year. I hope to see you soon. 


Stephanie Weiner

This Tribute was provided by Jackie and Gary Lovisa

As we approach the first anniversary of that unbelievable September day that has changed all of our lives forever, the sadness of what we all lost is still so unbearable. Our hearts ache for the loss of a wonderful and caring person, Martin Lizzul. 

We pray for Martin's whole family, his wife Jeannie, his parents Vic and Julia, his sisters Sue and Dana, his brother-in-law Tom and his beautiful nephews Stephen and James. 

When we think of Martin, we are reminded of what we should all aspire to be - a really good and true person. There never was a time that he was not smiling and upbeat. He was also the most polite and respectful person we know. 

We are privileged to have known him and pray that he has found peace now that he is in a better place. We also pray for Jeannie and the rest of the Lizzul family and hope that they can find peace as well.

Love and prayers always,
Jackie and Gary Lovisa

This Tribute was provided by FRANK VISCARDI


This Tribute was provided by Catherine Semeran

I waited in signing the registry in hopes that I would find the perfect words. I have now come to realize that there are none. I have been lucky to be a friend of this family for a very long time. I love them. They treat me as family and I feel part of it, thanks to them. Martin was a special person. He was always kind to me. He was always a gentleman, and he always made me laugh. I especially loved the way he teased his sisters in the car on their long rides to and from the city. I still use some of those jokes to this day. His family loved him very much. That was obvious to me from early on when I came to know this family. They are all in my heart everyday as well as Martin is. The void is always there when I visit but I am profoundly moved at how this family has lived their lives since it was so drasticaly changed. They cling to each other and they are close. They are learning how to live when it is so hard to do. I admire it more than I can say. I love you all and God bless you.

This Tribute was provided by Jennifer Brancale

It is my privlidge to have worked with Marty side by side for sevral years at Bear Stearns and co inc. There are many things that I learned from him and will stay with me for a lifetime. He never had a harsh word, or became bad tempered in a business where many people do. He was a gentlemen from the very start. He touched more people in a way that no poem, song, or words can ever say. He will always be in my heart and all who have been able to call him friend. May God bless the Lizzul family and all others that have suffered from the loss of one of the dearest persons I have known. God Bless all who have lost a loved one that day. Forever in our prayers. Jennifer Brancale, 10/05/03

List of other people who signed the Tributes page is at:

(This include Severino Licul of Sv. Nedelja, Istria, April 8, 2003)

High School West remembers... Martin Lizzul (class of 1987) 

In the fall of 1986, a senior transferred to High School West. Martin Lizzul was a very polite, soft-spoken young man with one love: sports. If you look at his student profile in the yearbook you will find these entries: "Football", "Wrestling", and "Baseball". While many of his classmates felt the need to add a variety of other passing activities Marty was secure enough to tell it exactly "like it was."

One of Marty's coaches from the junior high school tells the story of how when he was in 8th grade, the 9th grade team needed a pitcher. Marty was more than qualified to move up but when asked, he declined, as he felt as if he would have been deserting his long-time friends and classmates.

While sports was his love, baseball was his passion. It was this that brought him to High School West. He distinguished himself in baseball not only at Half Hollow Hills, but went on to play college ball at SUNY Oneonta.

Upon graduation, Marty went into the business world, first working at Bear Stearns, and later with Kestrel Technology. His job at Kestrel involved selling software to investment firms. He was working with his account at Cantor Fitzgerald on September 11, 2001. Marty was 31 years old and had been married jusy 89 days.

Marty's sister said that while he was a Yankee fan, he was very excited about the Mets' late season run to make the 2001 playoffs. It was his hope to get to some of their late season games at Shea.

Although Marty only attended High School West for one year, his family and friends have honored our school by endowing a scholarship in his name. This scholarship will be awarded annually in his memory to one of our students.

by L. Bode



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