September 22, 1926 ~ November 18, 2020

Born in: Dublin, Ireland
Resided in: Sound Beach, NY

O’Hanlon, Terence T. Age 94 of Sound Beach, NY passed peacefully at home surrounded by his family on November 18, 2020.

Beloved Husband of Carmel for 70 years.

Loving Father of Terence P. O’Hanlon, Mary (Donald) Michne, Bernadette (Daniel) Shelley, Donald (Mary) O’Hanlon, Patrick (Jeanette) O’Hanlon, Carmel O’Hanlon & the late Peter Paul (Nanette) O’Hanlon.

Adored Grandad of many grandchildren & great grandchildren.

Cherished Brother of Sister Maureen O’Hanlon, Eileen (the late John) Heeb, Patrick (the late Nuala) O’Hanlon, the late Michael (the late Milletta) O’Hanlon, the late Christine (the late Edward) Galvin & the late Donald (Bernadette) O’Hanlon.



Visitation: November 20, 2020 2:00 - 5:00 pm

Branch Funeral Home of Miller Place
551 Route 25A

Second Visitation: November 20, 2020 7:00 - 9:00 pm

Branch Funeral Home of Miller Place
551 Route 25A

Mass: November 21, 2020 10:00 am

St. Louis de Montfort R.C. Church
75 New York Avenue


Sea View Cemetery
233 North Country Road

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  1. Grandad taught me how to drive. I remember having a hard time with curvy roads; he said “Melissa you just have to go with the curve”. To this day, that pops into my mind every time I drive on a curvy road. I also remember him taking me to my road test 🙂

  2. candleI’m grateful for the memories of Nya visiting with her great grandfather. We are lucky she was able to have those opportunities. I also have many fond memories of our family gatherings from over the years and throughout my childhood.

  3. I thank God for the gift my eldest brother, Terence, was to me when I was growing up. I remember one time when I was very little, I was sitting outside after having my hair washed. He came along and patted me on the head and I think I recall him saying, ‘It’s like a ball of silk’! Needless to say, my hair has gone through a lot of changes since then!
    I enjoyed the many visits when I spent time with Terence and Carmel over the years and, thank God, for their seventy years of married life together and the wonderful family they have raised.
    Rest in God’s love and peace, dear Terence.

  4. I’ve known Dad O’Hanlon since I was 16 years old, while going out with Patrick. I’ve always admired the love he and Mom O’Hanlon had for each other, and the two of them beaming with pride over their beautiful children. When my father passed away in 2009. Dad O’Hanlon approached me, taking me in his arms, giving me the most wonderful hug. I sensed at that moment that he was going to look out for me for my Dad. We’ve always had a special relationship. I said to Dad O’Hanlon on his and Moms 60th wedding anniversary, That it is my hope that Patrick and I will see 60 years of marriage as well. He replied to me “ Oh you will” giving me such a warm smile. Well Dad we’ve marked 40 years now, and still have a ways to go. I was blessed to have Dad O’Hanlon touch my life for all these years. I’m grateful for the multiple visits he and Mom both shared, with my Dad. I love you! Dad! always and forever ❤️

  5. Dear Mrs. O’Hanlon, Mary and family,

    Many years – lifetimes may have passed but on behalf of my family and I, we send our deepest condolences on the loss of a wonderful soul. I still have fond memories of Mr. O’Hanlon as well as all of you.

    May God Bless him and all of you, please be safe.


  6. Dear Carmel,
    I was so sorry to hear of Terry’s passing – Ronnie rang us last night. My thoughts and prayers are with you.
    I have very fond memories of the time when you and Terry lived in Howth. Terry would always call into our mother on a Sunday morning on his way to the last Mass for a cup of tea and a smoke! Mam would be trying to hurry him up in case he would be late for Mass. Terry travelled to work from the Hill of Howth where he had built a lovely home – “Windy Arbour”. Mam and I would babysit for you. The next day Terry would still be having his cup of tea and we would have to run out and ask the tram driver to wait for him.
    So many wonderful memories of a different era.
    May he rest in peace.
    Love Olive & Eddie

  7. Grandad was incredibly patient. He was a great listener and an unbelievably hard worker. Those are traits I hope to continue to nurture for myself and rub off on me and our future babies. (Our 1 month old baby, Emerson Grace, is the first Great Granddaughter of the 6 Great Grandchildren. I am the only Grandson of the 10 grandchildren)

  8. I love my Granddad. He was everything a grandfather is suppose to be: seasoned, wise, strong, mirthful, gentle, and loving.
    He was a brave leader for our family who achieved the American Dream through tireless hard work, unwavering faith in God, and dedication to his family. He was humble, though. His source of pride was his family – not accomplishment.
    Most of all when I think of my Granddad, I think of how in love he was with my Gran. Out of their love, three generations of children have grown.
    When asked to share a story or memory of my Granddad, I mostly remember the way he made me feel loved, important, remembered and cherished. I will always fondly hold the memories of sitting in my grandparent’s living room, flipping through photos, trying to memorize every detail of the two of them and the moment, while chatting about Ireland, about family history, about family news, about politics, and about how my life was going. I will never stop missing my Granddad.

  9. candleI can remember Granddad attending my wedding in Texas. I think I was the first of his 10 grandkids to get married. He made a huge effort to travel from Long Island, but he came ready to celebrate. For a man who was always particular about his meals we put him through the ringer that weekend. Night one – Mexican Food, night two – it was Bar B Q and all the fixins, then on the Wedding night – Central Texas Quail and Gulf Coast Shrimp. I’m not sure how much he ate, but he sported his bolo tie and had a smile on his face I’ll always remember.
    A few months ago my family was driving from New York City to Long Island. Granddad was still in good health, but with Covid we knew a real visit was impossible. However, we could not pass up the opportunity to see him-even if from a distance. We parked our car outside, called and then started to wave, hoping he and Gran would see us well enough from the window. We got more than we expected. Granddad scrambled to get outside and stand on the front porch. He lit up seeing two of his five great grandsons – Maverick and John Grayson. He shouted down to them how much he loved them and they screamed back, “I Love YOU!!” He asked about their cousin Teddy and my sister, Elizabeth. I know that visit filled me up for days and I can only hope that he knew at that moment how much we all loved him.

  10. You are my dads first cousin and when my sister and I visited from Ireland many years ago I only met you then and though only that one time you made an impression a lovely warm and welcoming gentleman I am sad to hear of your passing sending love and condolences to all your family X

  11. candleSincere condolences on the passing of Terence, I’ve never actually met the man or his family, but my Dad also Peter (his cousin) passed on many stories of all the O’Hanlons in their wild young days growing up in Dublin. RIP.

  12. candleAlthough I helped Dad with many projects over the years one that always comes to mind is one of the first I can remember, squeezing in and getting under his feet to get in where the action was and we all probably helped with it too. We put wrinkled wax paper in milk cartons that would create a texture and Dad mixed up plaster mixed with red dye and poured it in the molds to make thin bricks, after they set they were lightly rubbed with some dark stain to give them depth and sealed with I guess shellac or maybe polyurethane to create a beautiful accent surround for the wall oven. For many years when at kitchen table I always sat so I faced that wall and admired what we all had done, I was sad many years later when it came time for another home remodel project and the bricks were carefully removed in the event they could be repurposed for another cause. I realize now as a young child doing that simple project with Dad must have started the process of doing things from start to finish which can leave you with a nice sense of accomplishment and I truly appreciate that he involved me in so many of the projects he was working on whether for a client or something personal. I will truly miss that invitation call that usually went something like this; “When you have a spare minute or two I’d like you to look at something with me”, big or small easy or hard we always enjoyed the conversation and working together.

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