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	Plaque at Whitestone Branch of the Library.... Books were Alana's first and most enduring love... even before she could read... as a toddler, she would follow us around waving books at us so we would read them. She was a fixture in Barnes & Noble and in several branches of the Public Library.	Upon return of the USTS Empire State the Cadets "spelled" out RIP ALANA AND JOE in flags on the Stern of the ship. The year before, they had spent most of their free time there during the summer sea term.... they took the flags down before I could get a shot of all the flags...

	This Iris was a special plant to Alana.. the summer she worked at NSDC for her Ag School Credit, she found this plant and was so excited she dug it up, brought it home and nurtured it. It bloomed once during the years she tended it. This year however, it bloomed beautifully, She would have be so happy to see it....	Joe worked in the library at Maritime for a few years, and last summer, would stay in the library studying while Alana had class. This globe was dedicated to him.

	In Ft Schuyler , In front of the Chapel is a beautiful garden that was planted in memory of Alana and Joe.... .... 2005 2006 2008	At the intersection in College Point
	The Crew Shell named for Alana ..."alana's pearl" Center pic is when Alana won a Gold Metal for being Coxswain for Men's Novice Race	She was entchanted by different cultures and religions.. oneof her big interests was India..., and loved Ballywood movies,the clothes,jewelry...the music, movies, fashion and style...she was a really good bellydancer

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by Adrienne Bromwell A part of me Died with you It was that part That woke up at 2AM to a news article On the internet (damn technology) More than that It was a high school Identity crisis (I no longer have a doppelganger) It was a doubt in the Existence of a higher power (God needed you I know) It was a pity for myself (I'm alive) It was the part of me That failed To follow my dreams and Reach my highest potential (I'm alive) It was the part of me that Was simply afraid of the unknown (you can't avoid the unknown) You have not passed in vain You took The gangrened Pieces of my Soul With you You took		Adrienne's tatoo.... in memory of Alana
	away message from Ryan, friend and fellow Maritime Cadet I am dedicating this page in remembrance to two outstanding people.... friends of mine and many others out there in this world. These two friends seemingly were taken before their time, leaving us only with amazing memories and pictures. Now people cry and mourn the early departure of two caring souls... two people who were so in love with each other it was contagious to other couples... people could go to these two for any kind of help or advice, or even for just a good laugh. Many of us will remember many times of humor spent around these two amazing souls... and it will be these memories that will allow us still on earth to carry on with our lives, to allow us to lead maybe better lives. So with that, I would like to say rest in peace Joseph Cheetham and Alana Berenson... and save me a place for me many years from now up there. RIP 8/11/04 Joseph Cheetham Alana Berenson may you both keep your love alive in heaven as it was here on this planet... we miss you unbelievably	The story is there. I'm not okay, but I think I will be. Feel free to comment, but please don't tell me how sorry you are, because I don't think I can handle that... Just give me love, or whatever. People who knew her, comment to her last live journal post. Thanks. This is Kinda how I think she might feel right now. I'm standing on a bridge I'm waiting in the dark I thought that you'd be here by now There's nothing but the rain No footsteps on the ground I'm listening but there's no sound Isn't anyone trying to find me? Won't somebody come take me home It's a damn cold night Trying to figure out this life Won't you take me by the hand Take me somewhere new I don't know who you are But I, I'm with you I'm with you I'm looking for a place Searching for a face Is anybody here I know 'Cause nothing's going right And everythings a mess And no one likes to be alone	t

	The streets we walked down, all empty and void of cars The pictures of you smiling, all hollowed out You said no tears, none you couldn't wipe a way I sit at the places you always took me A Cup of coffee black like we always had A little more bitter, harder to swallow. I walk past our room, praying you were inside All the nights we spent talking about the future A future that we must carry on with our ambitions to fulfill Our walk through Europe, stopping in Rome for you You say no more tears, but please understand These tears, running down our faces, pooling on the floor This room full of tears, tears full of love Are all for you both And though there is sadness mixed in There is happiness for the lives that you led The joy that you will spend the rest of eternity with the loves that you have found They say your lives were just beginning I disagree You did so much more with the short time that we had you Then most could dream of in 60 years So fly off into the stars, but come back to visit Our last cup will always be waiting. Eulogy Poem from Analeise Marshall
	Alana-an angel before her time Look at pictures of her smiling face Takes you to a time no pain can erase A sudden loss, an angel too early made The ultimate price her Family and friends paid What about death makes you want to put it into a box. All of her toys, cloths, books, furniture, even her socks. But she doesn't live inside her things not inside her empty room Not inside the silk lined coffin not even inside her final resting tomb She lives in al the ones she loved all the people she left behind her All the family, friends, loved ones that is where you will find her In every smile, every twinkle of the eye Every bit of laughter, blown giggle, or a little bit shy In every new baby, in every new breath, the light of her heart will shine In her own special way she will make sure everyone and everything she touched is "fine" Things don't move the way we plan, stars don't always align But everything has its rightful place in its rightful time Some flowers die before they wither, others before they wilt Still young and beautiful they are torn down without any guilt Some fires merely flicker out and some quickly get stomped down Some fires suffocate, while some just slowly drown Some souls die alone A loving friend never known Alana's soul made friends with all A friend on which you could always call She was real and true and always herself Everyone who loved her knew of Alana's Wealth poem by Shari Rubenstein
	Alana Berenson was one of my closest friends throughout our Australian trip in the summer of 2001. In fact, I even had a little crush on her. If I wasn't so shy, I would have made a move, but even so, I'm glad we were able to stay friends when we got back. When she came to my New Year's party this year, I was ready to make that move. Alas, she had found a boyfriend whom she met at school, but he was a great guy according to Alana, and I was happy to see her happy. She was one of the most interesting, carefree, and outgoing people I have ever met, totally typifing the "I don't care what you think of me" attitude yet doing it with a smile. I'm heartbroken to see her gone from us, but I'm glad I at least had the chance to get to know her. Alana, I'll always remember you and I'll keep you in my prayers, I know I will never meet another person like you. posting from Rob, friend from People to People trip

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