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Culley's MeadowWood Funeral Home and Memorial Park

700 Timberlane Road, Tallahassee, FL

OBITUARY

Francis "Frank" George Maccaro

May 22, 1946August 28, 2019

Francis (Frank) George Maccaro, beloved father, brother, uncle, cousin and grandfather, went home to the Lord on Wednesday, August 28, 2019.

He was born to Salvatore and Domenica Maccaro on May 22, 1946, in Jersey City, New Jersey.

He was married to Patricia Maccaro and they have a daughter, Jessica.

Mr. Maccaro graduated Summa Cum Laude and Phi Beta Kappa from Fordham University. He was a doctoral student (ABD) in philosophy at Columbia University.

He adored spending time with his three grandchildren. He prayed the rosary daily and had a devotion to the Chaplet of the Divine Mercy.

He went home shortly before sunrise on the Feast of St. Augustine, whose words he taught his daughter: "You have made us for yourself, O Lord, and our hearts are restless until they rest in You."

In mourning are his daughter, Jessica; wife, Patricia; sister, Nancy; nieces, Margot and Rebecca; nephew, Jarrett; cousin, Mary Beth; second cousins Kristen and Elizabeth, son-in-law, Mark; and his grandchildren, Ian, Lucia and Luke.

Visitation and Rosary will be held at the Co-Cathedral of St. Thomas More in Tallahassee, FL. on Tuesday, September 3rd at 10:00 a.m. with a funeral mass at 11:00 a.m. and Interment at Culley’s Meadowwood Cemetery to follow. Flowers may be sent to the Co-Cathedral of St. Thomas More. Donations may be sent to his home parish, the Co-Cathedral of St. Thomas More. They will support the sanctuary fund to aid recovery from the recent fire. Flowers may be sent to the Co-Cathedral.

  • DONATIONS

  • Co-Cathedral of St Thomas More, his home Parish

Services

PREVIOUS SERVICES:

  • Public Visitation Tuesday, September 3, 2019
  • Funeral Mass Tuesday, September 3, 2019

OTHER SERVICES:

  • Interment following the service

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Biography

Thank you, friends and church family who knew Frank.
Thank you to those who noticed his patient, slow gait in this sanctuary and elsewhere, and took extra care to know him. Thank you for that especially, Father John.
Aunt Nancy & Uncle Bill. Thank you. Thank you Uncle Tom. And thank you, Matty, for being here.
Frank was born to Salvatore and Dominica Maccaronio on May 22, 1946 in Jersey City, New Jersey. He loved his grandparents, especially his grandfather’s Sicilian cooking.
He learned the language of beauty through his father’s paintings. His Aunt Rose took him to church often and taught him the Our Father. His Aunt Millie and Uncle Rick took him to wrestling matches and taught him words for the bad guys. He adored them all.
In grammar school, he won many spelling bees. (He once lost on the word “tarpaulin” & then made certain everyone in the family knew how to spell tarpaulin.)
He loved his sister, who was there for him throughout his life, when it wasn’t convenient & when he needed her. She navigated the possibility of a storm to be here today.
He loved his brother Mark, and went above and beyond for him.
One of his fondest memories was stomping on grapes with Nancy and Mark to help his grandfather make wine.
Wine speaks of celebration, and the wedding of his Uncle Rick and Aunt Millie was a celebration he never forgot, even though Frankie, “the Little Maestro” as his grandfather called him, was only four when he was called up at that wedding to lead the band.
When his beloved Uncle Rick died, Frank dreamt he was back conducting the band. He saw his Uncle Rick, young and handsome and happy just as at the wedding, but radiant. He said he knew he was in Heaven. There is a photo of the “Little Maestro” here, and his dream must have been for him a glimpse of the wedding feast he has entered now. He held the memory of his mother, who died when he was 23, in quiet reverence, agreeing with Dietrich Bonhoeffer that “gratitude transforms the torment of memory into silent joy.”
He loved the Big Apple. He rooted vigorously for the Yankees, listening to their games every night. He played chess in Central Park, showed his daughter the World Trade Center, and took her to see Annie on Broadway for her 8th birthday.
He taught Jessica about Emily Dickinson, Fulton Sheen, C.S. Lewis. Later, she would pick up the books on his shelf, and read Dostoevsky, Saint Faustina, Shakespeare and St. Therese.
His notes are in the margins of the yellowed paperbacks that whispered a path to faith for her.
He loved comedies….but can it core a apple? Poor little pizza, ain’t good for nothing.
Nothing could compete with spending time with his three grandchildren, Lucy, Ian & Luke. Telling them stories, playing games, watching shows, honoring their requests for gifts. They were the reason for his joy and he will surely intercede for them daily from Heaven.
For over 30 years, he prayed the rosary daily and devoted himself to the Chaplet of the Divine Mercy.
He used to say that he was straining the chain of his rosary with so many intentions. Saint Therese, whom he loved, said “I want to spend my heaven doing good on earth.“ Well, we know that BaBa, as his grandchildren call him, will be spending his heaven going to Our Lady on behalf of us, with no less concern and diligence.
He identified with the words, “late have i loved you, beauty so ancient and so new.”
And left us shortly before sunrise on the Feast of St. Augustine.