Daniel F. Heenan Obituary

Name: Visitation
Start: 2024-07-11T20:00:00
End: 2024-07-11T23:00:00
Location: New Comer Cremations & Funerals

With solemn reverence, we commemorate Daniel F. Heenan (Albany, New York), born in Woodhaven, New York, whose life came to an end on July 4, 2024 at the age of 66, leaving behind cherished memories. Leave a sympathy message to the family in the guestbook on this memorial page of Daniel F. Heenan to show support.

He was predeceased by: his parents, Walter E. Heenan and Ann Heenan; and his cousin John Pfeiffer. He is survived by: his wife Robbin Heenan; his children, Daniel (Ashley), Patrick (Maya) and Kelcey (Matt); his siblings, Walter (Monique), Stephen (Sharise) and Annie Labrecque (James); his goddaughter Maggie Meyer; and his granddaughters, Mila, Lucia, Evelyn, Maeve and Emma. He is also survived by nieces, nephews, and cousins.

In lieu of flowers, please consider making a donation to CDG Care, cdgcare.org in honor of Dan's granddaughter, Maeve.

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New Comer Funerals and Cremations

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July 9, 2024

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July 9, 2024

Jennifer Hendren wrote a sympathy message

“Dear Kelcey and family, I'm so tremendously sorry for the passing of your father. I have always loved this passage and hope it might bring you and your family some peace: LOVING THE GONE: they do not die and become afterthoughts they are the first thought the thought that replays until we can fall asleep there on our saddest days. in our happiest moments through every mundane task they have died but we did not for as long as we breathe we think of them. With all our love, Aunt Jen and Jim”