Emma Marie Falcone

Born in the Bronx, New York 1937, Emma was the loved daughter of Victoria and Richard Cerbone & loved sister to Rudolph and Richard Cerbone and sister-in-law to Susan Cerbone.

Emma was the proud mother of Pamela, Linda, and Michael and mother-in-law to Richard Attardi , John Kreutz, and Tammy Falcone. She was blessed with a storybook marriage to the love of her life, Michael B. Falcone. Together they built a life filled with love, laughter, and unwavering commitment to one another until Michael’s untimed passing in January of 1997. Though she deeply missed him every day, their love story remained an inspiration to all who knew them, as she spoke to fondly about him with any interaction you would have with her.

Emma possessed a remarkable appreciation for beauty and creativity. She had a passion for the arts, music, fashion, reading, the beach, makeup, drawing, Bermuda, figure skating, musicals, President Trump, Glenn Miller, and ballet. She was also an exceptional cook.

She leaves behind her beloved grandchildren, who called her “Grammy". Each grandchild held a special place in her heart, and she was immensely proud of every one of them.

Emma was a woman of extraordinary strength and determination. She was strong-willed, independent yet deeply devoted to those she cared for. She faced life's challenges with courage, strength and conviction. To know Emma was to know a woman who lived authentically, loved fiercely, and never compromised who she was for anyone .

If there is one phrase that captures Emma's spirit, it is simply this "She did it her way." She lived her entire life with personal dignity, resilience passion, and love.

Though she is now reunited with her beloved husband Michael, her presence will continue to be felt in the hearts of her children, grandchildren, family, and friends. Her love, wisdom, strength, and memories will remain with them forever.

Emma Falcone's life was a life well lived, a life well loved, and a life that will never be forgotten.

"I stand at your gate and the song that I sing is of moonlight" I stand and I wait for the touch of your hand in the June night The roses are sighing a Moonlight Serenade"