Condolences for Sean Martin Collins

Marco De La Paz posted on 8/7/20

Sean was a childhood friend of mine from Minoa, NY...For years Sean, Jake Pultorak and I would pal around the new neighborhood we all had moved into exploring all these empty streets and lots for houses that hadn't been developed yet...We had this huge playground with dirt mounds, forests, large pits and everything nature had to provide for 9 - 13 year old boys with to enjoy great adventures at the time...We grew up loving Star Wars and other scifi shows and movies...I still have some of those Star Wars toys we used to play with displayed in my music studio and the same ratty Battlestar Galactica poster on my bedroom wall...Sean, Jake and I used to ride out bikes through the trees in Pinegrove Junior High School and pretend we were racing Speeder Bikes from Empire Strikes Back, we would have dirtbomb wars, go frog hunting (I fell in the pond one time in front of them and some of our new neighborhood friends cuz I was showing off! Haha!) We played little league baseball but were on different teams but also played with neighborhood kids, played football, bought a lacrosse stick so I could play with Sean and Jake but was never as good as they were...I would cover for either Jake or Sean on their paper routes when they would go off camping or on vacation until I took over one of their routes and kept it til I got bit in the ass by a dog. Haha! Lots of great memories with my two dear childhood friends...Sadly they moved away when we got older but I am blessed that we were all able to connect on Facebook and were still able to share stories and comment on each others pictures and posts...He even shared stories of when he was in the Philippines (where I currently am) during his time in the Navy...I am honored and blessed to have been Sean's friend...I miss you man...Rest Easy my friend...Love and Miss You my dear friend.

 

James Bruce Jr posted on 7/14/20

Prayers going out to his Family & Friends, I worked with Sean on the Abraham Lincoln, He was a good worker and also funny at times. Shipmate, May you Rest in Peace and God Bless you and the Family you left behind.

 

Tony Prudent posted on 7/13/20

My deepest condolences to Sean's Family and to all that knew him. Sean and I both served aboard the USS Abraham Lincoln and worked together in the Communications Department He always had a smile on his face, always ready to do his part and always ready to "Stand the Watch"....he took his duties seriously. Gods Speed Shipmate!

 

Susan Pultorak posted on 7/13/20

I knew Sean as a boy...my son, Jake's, best friend. He was a good kid, son and older brother...the kind of kid you liked having around. Rest in peace, Sean

 

 

Cathleen A. Cassidy posted on 7/13/20

Sean, we are sorely going to miss you brother. Your warm character and smile that brought out the best in everyone you met. thank you for being my friend. May God always hold you in his arms and be with you always. My condolences and prayers to the family. I know these very difficult and trying for you and all his friends . he was a good man to all of us. we shared alot in common I served in the Marines, and we'd exchange war stories of being in the service and he always enjoyed Ann Marie's and the music community too. always supported us.

 

Sean Alicea posted on 7/13/20

Sean was my shipmate, friend and brother. Although time and distance may have kept us apart, when we spoke it was as if I saw him 5 min ago. He treated me with respect and befriended me when I joined the Abraham Lincoln. He was a true friend always joking and teaching as well. I’m so sad he’s gone. But he will forever live in my heart. God speed my brother, we have the watch......

 

Jake Pultorak posted on 7/13/20

Sean Collins moved into the house across from me on Grover Street around 1978, when we were in third grade. We became fast friends, instantly bonding over the latest craze, the sci-fi movie Star Wars. We collected Star Wars figures, watched Battlestar Galactica, climbed trees in our backyards, built treehouses, made our own bows and arrows, crafted lacrosse sticks out of plastic scoops and broomsticks, played wiffle ball with his pitch-back, and sledded down the slope behind Park Hill Elementary School. We played Star Wars constantly, with toy blasters and makeshift lightsabers. Sean always got to be Han Solo, because he had darker hair, and I had to be Luke. I can remember us intensely discussing the rumors floating around before Empire Strikes Back was released, that Darth Vader might be Luke’s father…impossible! Our Dads took us to see it at the Shoppingtown Mall theatre, as soon as it came out. Over the next few months, Sean perfected an imitation of Luke screaming “Nooooooo!!!” to Darth Vader after losing his hand and being told this terrible news, which still makes me smile to this day. Just before fifth grade, my family moved to the next town over, in the same school district but at a different school. It was tough to leave my best friend behind, but it didn’t last long. After a few months, his parents also moved to my new neighborhood, this time just around the corner, a few houses away. We were ecstatic. The new neighborhood was a development under construction in Minoa, NY, and featured newly excavated house foundations, giant piles of dirt, concrete storm drain manholes, and massive piles of uprooted treetrunks from patches of woods that had been cleared to make way for new cul-de-sacs and homes. This was an absolute dreamscape for us kids. Together with our new buddy Marco De La Paz, we explored every nook and cranny of this amazing playland, built forts and played dirt-bomb wars across the pits and dirtpiles, every day until it was time to run home for dinner. We rode our dirtbikes around the streets and on the hilly trails that snaked through the woods, making jumps over sand pits, daring each other to see how fast we could go. In the winter we would do the same, with snowballs replacing the clods of dirt we hurled at each other all summer, and flying on sleds down the hills instead of dirtbikes. When we were eleven or so, we both took on paper routes, which had us delivering newspapers on our bikes in all seasons, unless the snow was so deep that we had to trudge around on foot. Every morning we would meet up where both of our routes ended and ride home together, or on weekends zip to McMahon’s deli and grocery store for donuts and milk, purchased with spare change from our routes. We would cover for each other’s routes when either of us were away, and we had every house on both routes memorized, including where each family wanted their paper left, in the door, on the stoop, or in the mailbox. On our routes we would always have first pick of anything good people were getting rid of on garbage day, and we would scavenge bikes and bike parts, for garage projects back home. Sean was already a master tinkerer, and could fix anything mechanical, building entire junker dirtbikes out of salvaged pieces and garage sale finds. Besides our paper routes, we were constantly mowing lawns or shoveling driveways, at our own houses or making money doing it for neighbors. Even as a kid, Sean had a work ethic and motivational drive that would put most to shame. We continued to play wiffle ball and were in little league together, Sean a wiry and fast infielder with a good arm, me a hopeless case with the lowest batting average in the league. Our Dads played softball together, and our families would watch their league games on Wednesday nights, and we would climb all over the wooden play structures at Maxwell Park with the other kids. Sometimes our Dads would take us fishing on Oneida Lake for perch and walleye, or we would ride our bikes to Kaiser Dam way out in Kirkville to fish there, or beyond the train bridge in Minoa, where we mostly caught crayfish. We played Steal the Flag or Nerf football with all the neighborhood kids, if we could round up enough people. We played Atari video games, and thought the graphics were amazing…kids today would laugh at them! We now had real lacrosse sticks, and lacrosse and street hockey became our favorite sports. We played constantly in our neighborhood, and Sean’s passion was always to be the goalie. He had a hockey goalie mask painted up just like a horror movie character. When not being used in the nets, it would be used to scare the heck out of my sister and her friends when they had sleepovers, and we would be camping outside under makeshift tarp tents, running around with our flashlights. We played street hockey whenever we could, and would wait impatiently for after-school floor hockey intramurals in the school gym. Rollerblades had just come out and we couldn’t afford them, but we used regular clunky roller skates to play roller hockey as well. We joined the lacrosse summer leagues in sixth grade, and then played lacrosse in junior high and freshman and sophomore years. Sean loved the connection of the sport with his Mohawk ancestry, and even had a real wooden leather-strung stick he had found at a garage sale. I remember our Dads taking us to see the NY State high school lacrosse championships in eighth grade, watching our local rivals West Genesee beat Long Island powerhouse Garden City. We were both attackmen on the same line, and I remember us practicing our plays and drills, and walking home from practice together from Pine Grove. Sean got me to join his boy scout troop when we lived in Minoa, as I had never done cub scouts like he had. He quickly took me under his wing and taught me the ropes of skills awards, merit badges, and various camping skills. But mainly we were there for fun. We had amazing camping trips that had us roaming through old growth forests, seeing B-52 bombers at Griffiss Air Force Base, hiking all around Boston, sleeping on a massive WWII battleship, cooking around massive campfires, and even building our own dogsled named the “Rushin’ Disaster” for Panther Patrol, which we pulled to victory in a Klondike Derby where the temperature was a record-setting minus 37 degrees. I remember our boots being frozen solid in our tent that morning, and we had to go warm them up in the heated cabin where the scoutmasters slept! We had always loved archery, and after making our own bows for so many years, we finally got real ones, first recurves and then compounds. Along with our Dads, we began to pursue archery as a serious hobby. I remember many fun times when our families would go on picnics together to Pratts Falls state park, which had an archery range and an archery course that snaked through the woods, with targets spaced along the way like a golf course. When we were fourteen, we were finally old enough to go deer hunting with our Dads during archery season, and we were in absolute heaven, alone in the woods with our bows in the rolling hills of Upstate NY, covered in camouflage in pursuit of wily whitetails. After our sophomore year, my family moved away to Cleveland, OH. A few months later, Sean’s Dad was transferred too, and they moved to Canandaigua, NY. We only saw each other a few times after that, when he visited Ohio, or I visited him up near Rochester. After high school, he went off to join the Navy, and we only caught up via phone calls every few years, as he was often on the other side of the world. With the dawn of social media around 2009, I was able to reconnect with Sean online, and we could again relive our memories and keep up to date on each other’s lives. I finally had a chance to see him again in 2015, when my Dad and I took a trip to Yorktown, VA. It was so great to see my old buddy Sean, and he regaled me with stories of how he really was the goalie on his Canandaigua lacrosse team, and made some game-winning saves. I got to meet his wife Nikki and his adorable daughter Olivia, and he was so proud to tell me about his older kids Shane and Cheyenne, though I could see how painful it was for him not to be part of their daily lives, as they lived in different parts of the country. He grinned like old times behind the wheel of my Tesla as he tested her full acceleration, and we always joked about he couldn’t wait for the Tesla pickup truck, which was more his style. I never got to see him again in person, but I did get to see his antics online, and talk to him on Facebook over the next few years, which sadly were not easy for him, as life seemed to throw him one curve ball after another, each new loss worse than the last. But he always stood tall and soldiered on, perhaps with the stalwart bravery of his native heritage, and certainly always with his ever-present optimism and humor, and certainty that with just a little more hard work, things would get better. Rest easy Sean, I hope the pain is finally gone, and you are in a happier place. I am so glad I got one more chance to see you, and see the joy on your face and pride in being a father. Thank you for making this world a better place with your ever-loyal friendship. I’ll cover your paper route for you while you are gone, and I’ll see you in the great camp out on the other side.

 

Charleen Herriott posted on 7/12/20

I was honored to have Sean as part of my team. He was very dedicated and one of the best! He took pride in his work and was so detailed oriented. He will be surely missed!

 

francine posted on 7/12/20

my 2nd cousin I use to baby sit him then lost touch for many years . we met back on face book , was so happy . helped him get his Mohawk status card which he was so happy for . he was very proud to be native! rest in love and peace Sean. will miss you!

 

James Sweeten posted on 7/12/20

I served with Sean on the USS Abraham Lincoln. My deepest Condolences and prayers to his Family. Fair Winds and Following Seas Shipmate. Semper Fortis

 

Jade Anthony posted on 7/12/20

Sean was a wonderful friend and had great taste in music. :) Sean will be missed.

 

 

Marlene posted on 7/12/20

Sean was a sweet and caring man and friend. Genuine. He will be missed greatly. ❤️

 

Scott Coston posted on 7/11/20

Sean I were good friends in high school he was a funny outstanding friend.i will remember him always!

 

John Neville posted on 7/10/20

Sean was a great coworker and friend. Always one you could count on to be there for you and to finish what needed finishing. Rest easy my friend.

 

Dr. Karen Sturtevant posted on 7/10/20

Sean was a sweet co worker and always willing to help. He loved his children and believed in the family unit. I know the last few years he had ups and downs but he always pushed through. Sean May you enjoy your eternal rest with the Lord and have peace. Dr. Karen Sturtevant - Balfour Beatty Co- Worker Trace Hass and his wife Kristen also give their condolences.