Glencoe Mourns Daniella Weisman, 48, After Metra Pedestrian Collision Near Green Bay Road and Maple Hill Road; Community Rallies for Family as Investigation Continues
GLENCOE — The Glencoe commmunity is grieving the devestating loss of Daniella V. Weisman, 48, who died Saturday morning when a southbound Metra Union Pacific North Line train struck her near Green Bay Road and Maple Hill Road. Authorities said the collision occurred around 9:35 a.m. on September 6, 2025, and also killed her beloved dog, compounding the ache felt by family, friends, and neighbors who adored them both.
Emergency responders from the Glencoe Public Safety Department arrived quickly after reports of a pedestrian being hit. They pronounced Daniella deceased at the scene. Investigators said she was crossing the tracks westbound when the train approached. Crews temporarily suspended rail and vehicular traffic in the area to manage the response and begin the investigation. Metra Police Department officials continue to review what happened, and sevice on the line resumed by midday Saturday.
The Village of Glencoe expressed its sorrow in a public statement that echoed across social feeds and neighborhood group chats. “The Village extends its most sincere condolences to the family and friends of the victim during this difficult time.” Those simple words met a tidal wave of community messages, prayer chains, and porch-side visits, as residents worked to make sure the Weisman family does not carry the weight alone.
Daniella leaves behind her husband, Neil Weisman, and their three children, ages 12, 11, and 8. Friends say the family shared a bright, everyday rhythm—school drop-offs, soccer Saturdays, and unplanned detours for ice cream—that now feels suddenly, achingly altered. Neil, who owns a business in Northbrook, faces the unimaginable task of guiding their children forward without the woman who centered their lives. She were the heart of her home.
Born in Brazil, Daniella brought a vibrant personality to every room she entered. She loved fashion, adventure, and self-expression, and she wore her 12 tattoos as living art and memory, a reflection of the stories she collected and the places she carried with her. Neighbors recall her easy laugh, the quick hug on the sidewalk, and the way she turned even small moments into something colorful. “She always lived fully and loved deeply,” one neighbor shared, a sentiment repeated again and again by those who knew her.
In the hours after the tragedy, friends organized meal trains and school-pickup rotations, while parents offered carpools and quiet company for the children. Local dog walkers left handwritten notes at the family’s doorstep, honoring the four-legged companion who rarely left Daniella’s side. Faith communities offered candles and space for reflection. Teachers and coaches reached out to check on the kids, sharing memories of Daniella’s sideline cheers and gentle encouragement. There is not words today that feels big enough, one parent said, but everyone is trying.
Residents also voiced deep appreciation for first responders and rail staff who acted swiftly and compassionately amid the chaos. Community leaders urged patience as the Metra Police Department continues its review of the incident, reminding the public to take extra care near crossings and to look out for one another during commutes and morning dog walks alike. Safety reminders feel painfully timely, yet they ride alongside the larger truth of loss that can’t be measured in protocols alone.
Friends describe Daniella as a spark—warm, kinetic, and creative—someone who filled a block party with music and a living room with laughter. She stitched together friendships across generations, making newcomers feel like old neighbors. In quieter moments, she wrote notes to her kids, snuck favorite snacks into lunch boxes, and mapped out little adventures that turned a regular Saturday into a story worth telling. Those are the pieces loved ones will hold, even as they navigate the long road of grief ahead.
As Glencoe gathers around the Weisman family, the community holds tight to what Daniella modeled: love that shows up, kindness that moves first, and courage to live with color. The ache will linger, and so will the legacy—woven into school hallways, sidestreets, dinner tables, and the tender rituals of everyday life. Her absence leaves a space that cannot be filled, but her spirit continues to guide those who were lucky enough to know her, reminding everyone to live fully and love deeply in her honor.