Suzanne Geraty: The Kiss
four nephews christened Suzanne Geraty the Kiss Monster
for obvious reasons: when she wasn't chasing them around
the park, she was smooching them. Or tickling them. ''She
was the best aunt,'' said her sister, Erin Durkin. But
Suzanne, 30, had numerous outlets for her playful nature.
She always scooped up any extra concert tickets at the
Cantor Fitzgerald office, where she worked in system
support, and regretted missing Madonna at the Garden. She
couldn't hold a tune, but she danced with abandon. She
loved dining out and drinking red wine, and she was a
devoted shopper for accessories: she filled her closet
with shoes, hats, pocketbooks. Her collection of potions
and lotions was encyclopedic.
She lived with her mother in Bay Ridge, Brooklyn, and
had done volunteer work there at the Guild for
Exceptional Children, a center for retarded adults, since
she was 14. One of her nephews told his father, a retired
firefighter, exactly how to find Suzanne at the disaster
site: he was sure she hadclimbed a tree and was waiting
to be rescued.