Grandpa,

You were a man of principle and determination. You stuck steadily to what you believed was right, and you worked hard to build a life from the ground up. My early childhood memories of you and Dad working on house projects are now glimpsed through the lens of adulthood. When I close my eyes, I can hear you two hollering at each other in the backyard, perhaps over the placement of wood decking boards--a testament to the stubbornness that, generationally, was certainly not lost in translation. That stick-to-it-ness, which, through sheer observation, was passed on to Dad, and subsequently on to me, is a symbol of both everything you came from and everything you set into motion. Even as your mind  and body succumbed to years of wear, the glimpses of passionate certainty, the wonderings aloud, the wide, gummy smiles, and the soft, breathy laughs radiated authenticity. 

The last time you and I were alone together, we were blessed with a warm, sunny spring day. As we made our way outside to the garden, your Yankee hat on firmly, I tried to roll your wheelchair through a door that was too small. After we shared a few laughs, the patience you displayed as we wheeled around trying to find the right door was a sign of how you would eventually go-- peacefully. And peace is what you deserve.

We will continue to honor your legacy by living honest lives, always taking full responsibility for our actions and their outcomes. Thank you, Grandpa. I love you.

Grandpa, in your own unique way, you always showed just how deeply you cared about your family by always being honest and sincere and never backing down from staying strong in your convictions. I will miss you asking us if we ate (even on holidays after eating a big meal) and how our cars were doing. Whenever I see someone wearing a Yankees hat or someone is happily singing a song in Italian, I’ll think of you. I love you ❤️ 

Remembering you singing for us and the you only knew me as “the girl” and could never remember  my name but you had a great big smile whenever I was with you. You loved your wife, son, grandchildren and the Yankees. . I love  you and will truly miss you 

Funny story, I was about 6 years old and my Dad just got home from work. He sat down at kitchen table and started eating lentil soup. I had just got a new toy suction   cup gun. I was shooting it all over house but my last shot was right into my father’s glasses. The suction cup bullet stuck onto his left eye glass and the weight made the glasses fall right into the lentil soup with the temples of the glasses standing straight up. Thought I was done but it was so funny we all started laughing. Good guy my Dad has good times. Rest In Peace. Love you, Sal

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Angelo Marino

13 mayo, 1934 – 8 abril, 2020

Anderson & Campbell Funeral Home

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