Dennis and I met in the early 90s while working in Dublin Ireland. He was the kind of friend that stood by you no matter what. I will always remember him for his kindness, generosity, compassion, sincerity and his general believe that everyone is good and means well. Dennis death was sudden but his life was not faint. I will miss him dearly, I am so grateful for having known him.
You were the best dad ever, I didn’t tell you that enough. The world is a dimmer place without you, you cast the light of the brightest star. My dear sweet father I love you with everything in my heart and I thank you for being my dad. Until we meet again may your kind heart and beautiful soul enjoy the amazing love of God. Love you always
thank you Tracy Dennis was the best guy in the world he lived his life to the fullest and showed compassion equality and fairness would give you anything just a shirt off his back and help you get on your feet again he married my wife Shawnee and I back in 2001 so he was a spiritual man as well one of a kind they broke the mold he left beautiful children as well to carry on thank you Denny
Love you Dennis Murray, you will never be forgotten. I already miss you man, your enthusiasm, passion for everything you did, and your pot brownies. We met working together from the genesis of the PC in New York, drove our first 1984 Corvettes, shared good times with you and Desire in Fire Island. If you needed a lift in your spirit being around Dennis's smile & energy, that did it.
“ he was my brother; he was my brother” those are the words I heard since Dennis’s passing and if you were his friend then you were family too. No kinder human being have I ever known. I can only hope one day to honor you my brother by trying to love as you did. “Imagine” was one of his favorite songs and the lyrics embodied his spirit. RIP peace Den your Irish eyes are smiling
Denny, Denny, Denny... We've been thru so much together, shared so much life & so many adventures... I can't believe it's actually come to this. We used to talk & laugh about so much, the cosmos, UFO's, the fleeting nature of life itself... I always maintained that you would outlive me. Well, it didn't quite turn out that way, did it, my Brother? I will love & miss you always... <3
Dennis, You are, & will always remain, one of the best & most remarkable people I've ever met in this life. We always had each other's backs, no matter what. You're one of the most highly intelligent people I have ever met, & one of the most generous. I've learned more from you that mere words can express here... You know I love you, Bro. Fly, my Brother, FLY... & thanx for the ride!!
Dennis was kind to a fault and always dreaming over the rainbow. He loved our daughters-Tracey and Melissa with all his heart. He was a great Dad. He leaves a legacy of love to his family and friends. His unforgettable spirit will live in our hearts forever. I am grateful to have had Dennis in my life. Love to you,always Con
Dennis was the most generous, kind and caring man I have ever known. We shared over 40 years of memories. He always said: "make sure you make a lot of memories"!
I will miss our birthday adventures together, I will miss everything about you. You were my best friend.
I can't express how much I loved you.
Dad,
I will miss your eternal optimism. No matter what happened in life, the glass was always half full. Thank you for being such a Kind and loving father to me and such a wonderful grandfather to James. I will miss you forever. My heart will never be the same. But like the rock that you gave me says,true love knows no end. I love you.
Uncle Dennis was my father James Byard Murray's half brother, as they shared the same father. He and my parents got to know each other quite well as they were older. I heard many fond stories of their time together, with my mother and he enjoying long intercontinental phone calls, as they shared many of the same interests. When they went to California they stayed with him, and it meant a lot to my parents that he always made them feel extremely welcome and loved. They were not just family, they were friends. My mother took up the job of laying flowers on his mother's grave in Maine when my father died and could no longer do it for him, as she continued to live near the cemetery. He will be greatly missed by all who knew him. Love, Riva
