John V. Fasano
December 18, 1932 – June 13, 2018
John V. Fasano was born on December 18, 1932 in Brooklyn, NY and passed away on June 13, 2018.
- Visitation Friday, June 15, 2018
- Funeral Mass Saturday, June 16, 2018
- Interment Saturday, June 16, 2018
John V. Fasano
June 15, 2018
When you hear of someone's passing your mind floods w memories and moments. I hope you enjoy these Uncle John.
First, many years ago I had a parakeet named Chico. One weeknight as grandma and grandpa watched us I decided Chico needed a bath. After gently wiping down his feathers and drying him I placed him back on his perch. He proceeded to nose dive to the floor of the cage. Crying and screaming Uncle Johnny came over to try to save Chico. It didn't work but he was the best at consoling and planning a bird funeral.
Second and third memories revolve around my Dad, your brisk partner, and little Paul. There was the soccer game at Miller Field early one Sunday morning that paul had two of the biggest fans rooting him on while laughing at his ferocious heart and little athletic form.
Lastly would be the countless times paul was on the roof waiting for the birds to fly home. He had a tool belt and hat from uncle John and he really believed he could scoop those pigeons in w a 6 foot net. The persons who taught him confidence and believing in himself were those two fans -- his Grandpa and Uncle Johnny.
Love you and thank you for all those memories Uncle John.
June 14, 2018
My uncle Johnny was one of the best guys you could ever know he would give his shirt off his back to help you out and he'd always be there to talk to you I remember as a kid going out with him and my grandfather racing the pigeons hanging out at the viola pigeon Club was all about the pigeons he taught me a lot about them when I was younger and spending a lot of time over at the house doing things helping him out when I was going to work with Joe in the morning and set in the truck up he would be out there in the backyard sitting in this chair supervising telling me what to get from where and to load them up in a certain order, he would always put me to work and if it wasn't for him I wouldn't have the drive to get things done and work the way I do and he always told me to never give up and when I do something I think I can't do I always think of what he told me. He was always there for me through some tough times and I will never forget that. And ill miss when I used to drive him the doctor's we would go for hamburgers and beers afterwards any tell me stories about the old days and all the guys used to hang out with them play cards and stories about the military I always looked forward to that. I will miss you I love you and we'll see you one day say hello to my mom my dad Uncle Jimmy my grandfather my grandmother uncle Frankie Uncle Dave and the rest of the crew up there rest in peace I love you.
June 14, 2018
I always remember the summer I worked with Uncle Johnny and Beakie. He was meticulous about his work always striving for perfection. He told me that was why he used white tar paper so that he could see how perfect his lines were. I remember on one 3 story house when we ran out of tar paper he sent me down to the truck to get another roll. I was only 14 at the time and her I was carrying a 90 lb roll of tear paper on my shoulder up a ladder. About half way up the ladder it started swaying and I froze. I don't know how long I was frozen there but after what seemed like forever Uncle Johnny looked over the edge to see what was taking so long and it took him a while to talk me the rest of the way up. I loved my Uncle Johnny and will always pray for his soul. May he rest in peace.
My wife and I wish to express our deepest sympathy and condolences to Aunt Marie and cousins Angela, Louise and Joseph and their Families.