earthly work on January 11th, 2020.
He was a dedicated son to his own parents, Philip Sr. and Margaret. They lived two blocks away, and he
looked after them into old age. He was a loyal husband of 48+ years to my mother, Elizabeth.
He was a friend and a neighbor to many. He genuinely enjoyed talking with people, watching animals
(he had a beagle as a child), and growing a garden (cucumbers, eggplant, peppers, tomatoes, basil,
African violets). He loved sunshine and water. He had special devotions to Saint Anthony, Padre Pio, and
The Stations. He drove an old black Pontiac Grand Prix for (too) many years. He made a great ricotta
lemon cheesecake. He often wore blue.
I think my father’s greatest calling, his vocation in life, was to be a parent. As a father, he was protective
and present. He resisted bringing a color television or a gaming console into our house. He valued
education as the key to a better life, yet seemed to always make learning fun. He himself had two
graduate degrees, and was smart and sensitive. He taught me many math tricks, played games with me
and my brother nightly, and was able to send out fly balls and ground balls at us for hours at parks.
He is remembered and missed.
Philip A.
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