“Perhaps they are not stars, but rather openings in heaven where the love of our lost ones pours through and shines down upon us to let us know they are happy.”  - unknown

"If the days won't allow us to see each other, memories will, and if my eyes can't see you, my heart will never forget you." - unknown


"To everything there is a season and a time for every purpose under the heaven.  A time to be born and a time to die, a time to weep and a time to laugh, a time to mourn and a time to dance."  Ecclesiastes 3:1-8
 
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Clara Falcone (DiMeglio)

September 19th, 1925 - April 27th, 2015

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Grace Tucci Greco

October 31st, 1921 - August 4th, 2010

Funeral Eulogy written by the Prohaska Family, read by Patti Ford:

The Prohaska family requested that I speak on their behalf this morning.  Thank you for coming today.  Your love and support is genuinely appreciated.

I didn't grow up knowing Gram.  I only had the pleasure of knowing her in her later years, but I always enjoyed listening to the many stories about her family.  Through her stories, I learned she always surrounded herself with family.  She talked about everyone sitting around the big wooden table that Pop built in the playroom.  She’d sit at the head of the table next to Pop…and Uncle Joe would be at the opposite end… Aunt Lucy and Aunt Theresa to her left.  The rest of the family would squeeze in wherever they could.  They would sit for hours talking, eating, drinking coffee.  She loved to read the headlines in the National Enquirer…and at times believed some of the stories.  After the papers were read cover to cover, Gram would tell stories about growing up with her brothers and sisters and all the innocent trouble they got into – Ralphie, Tony, Joe, Lucy, Rosie & Petey.  She adored her brothers and sisters.  She would tell stories about working at her father’s store.  She would tell stories of Christmas Eve at Aunt Tassy & Uncle Tony’s.  And stories of how she and Pop met & fell in love.  She could tell those stories a million times and they would be just as interesting as when you first heard them.

Family... Family meant the world to Gram.  She would say, “no one is more important than family”  and you knew she loved you by her actions and how giving she was.  You never left Gram’s house empty handed.  It could have been something delicious she cooked that day, or some candy, maybe a can of soda.  She’d say “don’t be shy…tell grandma what you want?”  If she really couldn’t get you to take anything, she would stop you right before the door.  As a last ditch effort, Gram would open her cabinet where,  no word of a lie, she had more cans in there than a grocery store.  You were lucky if you got outta there without a can of corn.

Lastly, Gram’s love for her family was shown through her worry.   She worried about everyone she cared about.  And even though her worries drove everyone crazy at times...and they did, one thing was understood.  She worried for one reason alone - because she loved us... "make sure you lock the door", “hold on with both hands when you walk up the fire escape - and Gramma will watch you until you get to the top”, in 80 degree weather she'd say, "button your chest, you'll catch cold.”  All that worry, no matter how trying, was for one reason - Love.


Gram and Pop spent so much time with their grandchildren; Jaime, Tracey, Paul and Frank. Growing up, they would always take them out to breakfast at silver star, followed by a ride to the beach.  Frank, Paul and Tracey used to tease Jaime that she was “the favorite”, but then she lost her standing when the great grandkids came along.

Gram’s great-grandchildren lit up her life. Alex, Michael, Jennifer, Jack and JJ. Tracey was saying yesterday that she has fond memories of watching Gram with JJ.  Gram loved when her great-grandkids would visit.  She loved when JJ would give her high fives.  They even used to roll together in her wheelchair.  On their last visit together, JJ was singing Gram a new song he learned. He began to sing, “you are my sunshine, my only sunshine…”  and without skipping a beat Gram replied  “…you make me happy when skies are grey.”  Good memories.

In the past few years, we noticed that Gram came to some kind of peace with life. It was good to see her become a part of the Quabbin community family by making friends and having mutually caring relationships with the amazing staff.  With all of our memories of Gram, we may have lost her…but then again we didn't.  She is still with each of us… in the stories that have become part of who we are, and in our childhood memories that we hold close to our hearts. And when the day comes for all of us to meet again, she’ll be sitting next to Pop at the head of that big wooden table he built, across from Uncle Joe and to the right of Aunt Lucy, waiting for all of us to pull up a chair.

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Marco Anthony Monteiro

September 20th, 1971 - March 27th, 2010

Funeral Eulogy written by Carla Tucci Monteiro, read by Alex Monteiro:

Marco was my forever. As most of you know I was truly blessed with having been a part of Marco’s life for 28 our of his 38 short years. We met back in 1981 as he clowned around and got himself in trouble doing so way back in the fifth grade. Marco could make any of us laugh back then and as we moved into high school together those memories flood our days of laughter. Many of you remember him as #33…running up and down the field at good ole CCHS. Way back then the word that comes to mind when I think Marco is …fast. As the years moved on fast is a good way to describe my husband’s life. We all now sit and mourn that this too was too fast….but isn’t it ironic that that’s the way he ran through life…ALWAYS MOVING, ALWAYS DOING!

Marco was a go-getter and he has many accomplishments. As a partner who jumped at the chance to run his own business with Pete when he came home from Florida…as a friend who couldn’t say no often too many times …as a grandson, a nephew, a cousin and a brother who loved his family and honored their unconditional love and support…as a son who adored his parents and counted on them in every moment, every day. As a husband who simply LOVED more than words can describe…and most importantly as a father who coveted his 3 most prized possessions, Marco, Jessica and Anthony. Marco above all else was a wonderful father whose void is terribly going to be missed. He adored his children and could make them laugh at a glance.,a simple eyeball roll, his funny smirk. He could also get them to stop in their tracks with a glance, an eyeball roll and a smirk in a different way whenever they needed his reminder. He was there in every possible way for his children. But even with them he never stopped. Running from one thing to another, running from one place to another. That was Marco.

I’m trying very hard to justify this loss. And naturally I’m having a difficult time. I have to trust in faith that God needed him some how to start running and doing in another place. A place where maybe he can slow down and look upon us with his undying love and guide us to whatever it is here that has to be done. For now our children need to hold him and his memories alive within and for that Marco and I are looking for all your help and support. He was loved so very much. He was my forever and if you look back in our yearbooks from 1989 our saying goes like this…I had the time of my life, and he did!

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Mary McGar (Tucci)

December 25th, 1955 - August 24th, 2015

A mother (and grandmother) before all else, Mary devoted the better part of her life to her family, especially her children, Nicole and Alyssa. She created a warm, loving, and nurturing environment for them and for her entire family. She welcomed her home to anyone and could carry a conversation with just about anybody. She cherished holidays, birthdays, traditions, and celebrations, and loved to do so with a cup of coffee in hand. Some of her favorite times were sitting on the beach, particularly in Ocean City, NJ or watching her grandson, Robert play football. She is deeply missed.   

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