Andrew J. McGann & Son Funeral Home

10727 S Pulaski RD, Chicago, IL


Irene Angela Rogers

November 18, 1954December 24, 2019

Irene A. Rogers (nee Danca) age 65; Beloved wife of Michael Rogers; Loving mother of Christopher (Heidi) and Joseph (Michelle) Rogers; Cherished grandmother of Isabella; Proud daughter of the late Charles and Irene Danca (nee Corso); Dear sister of Diane (the late Joseph) Mucia, Carol (Bruce) Aiello and Charlene (Garry) Eastwood; Kind sister-in-law of Joanne Rogers; Fond aunt of many nieces and nephews. Visitation Saturday 9:30 AM until time of Mass 10:00 AM at St. Catherine of Alexandria Church, 4107 W. 107th St.; Interment Queen of Heaven Cemetery. Avid reader and artist. Retired CPS teacher. In lieu of flowers donations to the Juvenile Diabetes Research Foundation, 1 N. LaSalle St., Chicago, Illinois,60602, would be appreciated. Arrangements by Andrew J. McGann & Son Funeral Home, for info 773-783-7700.Fond memories and expressions of sympathy may be shared at www.andrewmcgann.com for the ROGERS family.


  • Visitation Saturday, December 28, 2019
  • Mass of Christian Burial Saturday, December 28, 2019
  • Interment Saturday, December 28, 2019


Irene Angela Rogers

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Lisa Brzycki

December 28, 2019

Aunt Irene,

Thanks for being such a great aunt to me I wish we could of spent more time together but living in Arizona made it difficult. Last time I saw you in Arizona i loved hearing about all your Izzy stories and how proud you are of her ! You always worried about everyone but we will all look out for each other and know you will be our Guardian Angel ! Rest In Peace and until we meet again I Love You Lisa

Debra Tutak

December 27, 2019

Irene and I loved to go shopping at Ford City Mall growing up. We would walk the expanse of the mall and stop in a store or two, or three, to browse the racks. Inevitably, in unison we'd say, "look at this," only to see the same top, scarve, or dress dangling from our fingertips. We'd laugh and say that we "both" had great taste in fashion.
Maybe our fashion prowess began when my mother sewed Irene and me matching shift dresses. We were as proud as peacocks posing for our photo op in our stylish outfits.
We spent a lot of time together growing up. The memories are many. Although distance and our lives seperated us, family bonds never cease.
Love you, Irene. I know you are painting a beautiful landscape in heaven.
Your cousin,

Dena Ciccone

December 27, 2019

I will always remember our shopping/lunch dates, and of course, that trip to Italy. What stands out to me about Irene was her generosity with people she cared about. She always insisted on buying my lunch even though I would remind her that she bought the last time.
I keep thinking about one of our last texts. It was the day our cousin Linda passed away. She said, “Oh Dena, what are we going to do without Linda?” Now I ask myself, What are we going to do without Irene?

Bret A

December 26, 2019

Aunt Irene, you will be deeply missed. Thank you for all the love you showed me and the family. I will cherish the Florence, Italy picture you painted for me forever. Much love. Bret.

Dena Ciccone

December 26, 2019

I so enjoyed our many shopping and lunch dates and of course, that trip to Italy! Her generosity is what stands out to me; she would do anything for people she cared about. She insisted on paying for lunch when we got together, even though I would remind her that she paid the last time. And one of her last texts to me was the day our cousin Linda passed away. She said, “Oh Dena, what are we going to do without Linda?” And now I find myself asking, What are we going to do without Irene?

Sarah Weber

December 26, 2019

Irene, I will miss you. Your artwork is so beautiful and I enjoyed talking to you and seeing your latest project. Be at peace, my friend.


John Ciccone

December 26, 2019

Spent about a week in Italy with her. Had a great time walking ,eating , and enjoying a beautiful place with my sweet cousin. We talked about that trip often. Sorry that we won’t be able to do it again.